This is true; Because the only evidence I have of not loving myself, Was my decision to accept the poisonous love that came from you. A thing that was fickle and weak and masqueraded as love Behind pretty words and blatant lies I let myself believe. I look back and wonder; how much did I hate myself For you to have been what I though I deserved?
Now I have changed And I will accept nothing less;
Than a love with a foundation that could hold for millennia. A love that holds me accountable without condemning me to drown in a pool of guilt made from my tears. A love that will not falter under petty arguments and will not be blown down by the slightest breeze; But a love that can withstand the force of a thousand winds and waves beating against it. I want the kind of love that wars are fought over, Something that will never be perfect but will always come close. A love that withstands distance and betrayal. A love that has patience, a love that will forgive. A love that Death can never ****. A love that Time can never end. Not just because it is the love that I have dreamed of...
...But because it the love that I deserve.
The first line is a beautiful quote from Stephen Chbosky's 'The Perks of Being A Wallflower' and the inspiration behind this poem. Since its February and love is all around I've decided to explore it in my poetry.