I thought I was okay again.
I thought I had it.
I thought I fucking had it all.
I thought...
everything was alright again.
but how could I ever think that?
after all the disappointment,
thinking it could get better yet it never did,
how could I think this time would be different?
now,
my head aches over the overthinking.
my body aches.
and now,
the self development comes back.
the self love will return.
because,
without me noticing,
it had nearly deceased to exist.
and now,
it's time to bring it back.
the self-love is vital to receive true love.
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my lover poets
Romancethe thoughts about love. Simplicity form yet addictive to consume your mind over. Love isn't always perfect. (I know I'm not a perfect writer in poetry, but I thought it would be fun to write out some thoughts I have, and things I've learned int...
