Our worth is granted to us
By the sum of our lovers,
By how many times we have craved
Or been craved,
By how much our skin longs
For another’s touch.
We are taught to withhold,
And to not take for granted
The immense altruism of company.
Where do we belong
If not in the arms of another?
How dare we for a minute
Accept our own love as enough.
How dare we seek comfort
In our own searching minds.
How dare we think of ourselves as anything other
Than a half in search of the whole.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 11:55 PM UTC
Our worth is granted to us
By the sum of our lovers,
By how many times we have craved
Or been craved,
By how much our skin longs
For another’s touch.
We are taught to withhold,
And to not take for granted
The immense altruism of company.
Where do we belong
If not in the arms of another?
How dare we for a minute
Accept our own love as enough.
How dare we seek comfort
In our own searching minds.
How dare we think of ourselves as anything other
Than a half in search of the whole.
