i won't stuff it in my glovebox and leave it to gather dust, forgotten.
i will frame it put it on the mantle, i will think of myself every time i walk past it.
i will pick myself a bouquet of wildflowers
i will not shove them in a drawer, deprived of light, left to wilt. i will put them in a vase on my windowsill, i will cut the stems, change the water intermittently, i will admire them from afar.
i will give myself the love i gave so easily to you. i will nourish admire encourage and nurture my own spirit.
i will appreciate myself for it, far more than you ever appreciated me