who made you fear love so badly,
that you don’t even love yourself anymore,
you avoid every mirror you walk past now.
which hands made your body feel
like it was only worthy of a sensual touch,
no hand holding, no hair stroking,
nothing unless the lights were shut off.
who convinced you that love was painful
that it was always a war between a broken soul and one that just wanted to be wanted,
you dont exist to just fix people.
love shouldn’t hurt
and if you are hurting,
that is hate.