They say I shouldn’t worry about love,
and that I have to love myself.
Well, sure,
I do love myself.
I love the way my hair bounces when I spin
I love how soft my face is after I use the special wash
I love it when I wear the really cool clothes my parents hate
I love running my hand through faded scars from struggles past
and thinking
Hell yeah, I’m strong for that.
But is it wrong to want to hear those things said from another?
I lay under the warmth of plushies and duvet
wrapping my arms around myself,
and imagining that they were my lover’s.
I dress myself in the mornings
and wish that there was someone to call me
— not just a pretty person, I know that,
— but their pretty person.
And I want to call them my
Moonshine
Starlight
Love.
Because, yeah, I love myself,
But I want to love something more
And I want someone else to
Love me too.
It’s like making a piece of art you’re happy about. You feel amazing about it, you know the process it took to get to the product and you’re really proud of yourself. But you don’t want to keep it to yourself, you want to share it with others, because it’s too beautiful to keep to yourself.
My Love Mine All Mine - Cavetown (Mitski cover)