fall in love with yourself
the way that you want
to be loved.
stop letting strangers take
refuge in your body.
you are not a
momentary place.
you were not built to be
someone’s hideaway
or vacation house.
you were not designed
to handle people
walking in and out
of your life.
your body is tired
of hurting.
tell these short-term
visitors to leave.
the scratches and
scuff marks left by
their careless actions
do not define you.
you expect abandonment.
permanence feels foreign.
someone staying feels
unnatural to you.
but please remember that
you deserve to be
so much more than a
resting spot for someone
to briefly stop at, and
continue on their way.
despite what you may
believe about yourself,
you are not temporary.
please, be kind to yourself.
as you travel through life,
remember that it doesn’t matter
whether you believe it or not.
you are worth it.
and not believing that doesn’t
make it any less true.
please, stop searching
for another guest.
find someone who
feels less like a tourist,
and more like a home.
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 9:05 AM UTC
fall in love with yourself
the way that you want
to be loved.
stop letting strangers take
refuge in your body.
you are not a
momentary place.
you were not built to be
someone’s hideaway
or vacation house.
you were not designed
to handle people
walking in and out
of your life.
your body is tired
of hurting.
tell these short-term
visitors to leave.
the scratches and
scuff marks left by
their careless actions
do not define you.
you expect abandonment.
permanence feels foreign.
someone staying feels
unnatural to you.
but please remember that
you deserve to be
so much more than a
resting spot for someone
to briefly stop at, and
continue on their way.
despite what you may
believe about yourself,
you are not temporary.
please, be kind to yourself.
as you travel through life,
remember that it doesn’t matter
whether you believe it or not.
you are worth it.
and not believing that doesn’t
make it any less true.
please, stop searching
for another guest.
find someone who
feels less like a tourist,
and more like a home.
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