I think that I realized that I'm lonely today.
I realized that I'm no one's favorite.
No one's lover.
No one's oxygen.
No one's Confident.
No one's solution.
No one's ambition.
I am no one's anything.
That may seem toxic—my thoughts,
That's what it looks like from the outside.
And maybe that's exactly what it is—Toxic.
Wanting to be loved is toxic.
I love myself beyond measures that this world can't even comprehend.
But when will someone join me in loving me.
Loving the girl who's heart has been broken and eyes has seen.
Loving the girl who puts her aspirations first.
A girl who's strong when she's at her one hundred.
A girl who's felt so much her nerves have worn out.
Maybe that's it.
I'm numb.
So numb that it's bothering me.
Why can't I feel?
Will loving and being love help me feel?
But then those thoughts stopped.
I accepted it.
Became one with it.
Lived it.
Breathed it.
Owned it.
Loved it.
I am no one's.
No one's but my own that is.
And I love it.
