Like waves against the shore Thoughts flood my mind filling it with bitter salt and half truths. I am not lovable Not desirable Not ready to be loved These thoughts arenβt true but my heart believes them.
Wishful thinking about holding hands and long phone calls ending in i love you. I see a lover in every pair of eyes that meet mine The hunger my heart creates shoots through my veins spreading fire through my body Only stoping when I look in the mirror, I do not love myself Not yet.
I am lonely until I see another fight between two lovers I do not wish to be broken like that I do not with to hurt like that
I am lonely... I think Until I see myself and think I Am Enough