A love that is pure and not confusing.
My heart is too fragile; handle it with care.
They say it may be the city that I'm from, a hopeless romantic looking for love in all the wrong places.
Blame it on my intuition; deterring me away from those who don't bring value.
I'll love on myself a bit more, knowing I'd rather indulge in an affair with substance
Read me poetry after we make love or sum
Tired of that transactional type of affection,
Tired of feeling like I'm only 'worth it' to you if I can provide momentary relief .
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A love letter to myself
PoetryFor every failed talking stage endured, a lesson can be learned: A Love Letter to Myself reflects this sentiment as I share poetry that will have you in your feelings and questioning why you would ever sell yourself short. Come along and embark on t...
