You bought me a book for my birthday I opened it up today The book told me I am a queen I am enough love for myself That the princess will save herself I go back to the irony this was your gift to me without even knowing You taught me to love myself because you couldn’t love me in the way I needed you to because you didn’t appreciate me in the way I wanted you to Now your actions and gift have given me an invaluable lesson of the gifts I owe myself
January 7th~han Amanda Lovelace, your poetry is so beautiful