it was my self doubt, that doubted you.
i thought if i can't even find a reason to love myself,
then how could you?
YOU ARE READING
My Secrets Are Yours
Poetrypoetry is a secret about a secret, the more you read the more you know
its me, not you
it was my self doubt, that doubted you.
i thought if i can't even find a reason to love myself,
then how could you?
