This is a personal documentation through poetry.
I am learning to look inward now, give myself love when I least want to. I do not live to love others, I live to love myself. I will find and create what is enough for me, and you will learn to let it...
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At the frequent hours I become upset, If there were no consequence, I'd rot in my bed, onto my sheets, onto my pillows. I'd create an orifice in the springs and it would call me home every night. But now, there is an answer. There is a place to turn to when before there wasn't. My love teaches me, he holds my arm and walks me down the path he's made, Until we come to the fork in the road. In one direction I can see my bed, In the other I can see a nothingness. I look at him for answers, but we go onwards into the nothingness. It is here I've learned that I do not deserve to rot. It is here I've learned to nurture my body, Instead of punish it. It is with him, I've learned, That when my body and mind are upset, That's when it needs my love the most.
