Self Love is Courageous
What I Looked For. What I Got.
Your love was brittle like baked bones.
Frustrating like lost keys, stuck at home.
Stinging like fresh wounds in crisp air.
Fickle like teens’ minds, truth or dare?
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Your love.
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Exhausting, absent catalytic converter.
Toxic, apparent environmental murder.
Vicious, like hungry lion on meat.
Predatory, like when your eyes pounced me.
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Your love.
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Predictable, like when fire meets paper.
Earned… are you the fruit of my labor?
Imbalanced, relationship teeters on the edge.
Drained, after you with no nest egg.
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Self Love.
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Courageous, lifting me from the pit.
Remedial, I was on fire. It spit.
Reflective, broke me thought true love, you.
Perspective, NOTICE: Our split, past due.
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Self Love.
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Redemptive, leaves sprout from hole.
Nourishing, wor wonton soup for my soul.
Curious, board boat and ride waves.
Restorative, restful night and peaceful day.
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Self-love is painful, growing still hurts.
Foundational, it must come first.
Responsible, healthy is what it wants.
Evolution, self-love is never “done”.
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Self Love.
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The Shattered Poet
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Comments (2)
Expressive! Deep-dives into love can serve us well.
wow. that first line hits you hard in the face. love the way you titled the poem too. Great poem!