I wrote to you to speak,
I don’t know if out of love,
or so you would reject me.
I wrote to you with love,
but in a negative way,
inviting disaster.
A disaster that would hurt me,
that would punish me.
Because she didn’t love me,
because she didn’t know how to love me.
I felt alone,
but I also didn’t let
anyone accompany me.
It seems I hurt myself,
because I was the first
to reject myself.
A wound marks me,
from a distant time,
which over time
had only been reaffirmed.
I did something foolish,
to harm myself,
and guilt placed me in your hands.
I did something foolish,
I invalidated myself,
so that you could love me.
I did something foolish,
a kind of
self-sabotage.
I did something foolish,
as if handing you the power
to hurt me.
Without response,
without defense,
hoping to wake up.
I sacrificed myself for your validation,
giving you everything,
without ever finding you.
Since I didn’t see
what I was hoping for,
I gave even more.
I repeated the cycle
so many times, to extremes,
affecting your interest
and causing emotional exhaustion.
Creating dependence
on your love,
as if mine didn’t matter.
I surely criticized myself,
surely devalued myself,
surely waited for you to leave
to release this burden.
I let you dominate me,
I didn’t say what hurt me,
so you wouldn’t leave for another.
I accepted unfair conditions,
prioritizing your desires,
never seeing my own,
accumulating resentment.
I no longer knew who I was,
I lost everything of myself,
I didn’t love myself,
nor could I be loved.
I didn’t allow myself to move forward,
I didn’t allow myself to love you,
this fear running through my veins
didn’t allow me to find you.
I will no longer open my heart to anyone,
I stop searching for you,
I don’t want to hurt myself again.
Deep inside my heart,
I knew this wound
could be healed.
It is just a small wound,
one for which I am responsible.
My great love, I will find you,
my favorite girl,
when I finally learn to love myself.
My great love, I will find you,
to play like children,
to have a healthy love.
Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 5:11 AM UTC
I wrote to you to speak,
I don’t know if out of love,
or so you would reject me.
I wrote to you with love,
but in a negative way,
inviting disaster.
A disaster that would hurt me,
that would punish me.
Because she didn’t love me,
because she didn’t know how to love me.
I felt alone,
but I also didn’t let
anyone accompany me.
It seems I hurt myself,
because I was the first
to reject myself.
A wound marks me,
from a distant time,
which over time
had only been reaffirmed.
I did something foolish,
to harm myself,
and guilt placed me in your hands.
I did something foolish,
I invalidated myself,
so that you could love me.
I did something foolish,
a kind of
self-sabotage.
I did something foolish,
as if handing you the power
to hurt me.
Without response,
without defense,
hoping to wake up.
I sacrificed myself for your validation,
giving you everything,
without ever finding you.
Since I didn’t see
what I was hoping for,
I gave even more.
I repeated the cycle
so many times, to extremes,
affecting your interest
and causing emotional exhaustion.
Creating dependence
on your love,
as if mine didn’t matter.
I surely criticized myself,
surely devalued myself,
surely waited for you to leave
to release this burden.
I let you dominate me,
I didn’t say what hurt me,
so you wouldn’t leave for another.
I accepted unfair conditions,
prioritizing your desires,
never seeing my own,
accumulating resentment.
I no longer knew who I was,
I lost everything of myself,
I didn’t love myself,
nor could I be loved.
I didn’t allow myself to move forward,
I didn’t allow myself to love you,
this fear running through my veins
didn’t allow me to find you.
I will no longer open my heart to anyone,
I stop searching for you,
I don’t want to hurt myself again.
Deep inside my heart,
I knew this wound
could be healed.
It is just a small wound,
one for which I am responsible.
My great love, I will find you,
my favorite girl,
when I finally learn to love myself.
My great love, I will find you,
to play like children,
to have a healthy love.
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