No one talks about those moments of self-doubt. Insecurity.
Feeling as though you won't ever be worthy of blessings that seem too far out of reach. Clouded by poor judgement and low self-esteem, you struggle to escape repeat cycles and would instead tend to your vices; than acknowledge the fact this is all self-sabotage.
I can only resent the position I am in-I know he has moved on. Why can't I?
The fool in me hopes there is a chance you change your mind about us; oh, how I have grown such disdain for this version of myself.
I don't need him.
I just need to get back to me.
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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...
