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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Today is a lover's day, And I am able to call it my own. I can only remember one other time it was mine. And when I say mine, I mean mine to mold, mine to control, mine to remember, mine to retell, over and over again. I wish love onto you, flower. I have wished love onto you Since the day I met your soul. I wish complete fairness and an overflow of ardor, The urge to dig your own clean hands in your chest, And pull out the vexing thorn that keeps you still. I wish that onto you. Lover's day is for you, too. It's been yours to mold since you've learned of it's name and purpose. Flower, find those hands, find yours and raise them higher than ever before. It's not a worshiping reach, instead a hopeful stretch. Reach towards the sun, then down into the dirt. Because the Earth loves you so much. Now take a little bit of that for reference, And walk on towards the meadow.
