Ode to the love I have for myself that I wish would love me back.

I wish you showed up on every day including the ugly ones.
So the sunny days. The cold days. The snowy, winter days.
I wish you loved me back.
I wish we could make love the way I make love to paper and pen.
I wish I could show you the deepest parts of me and you'd comprehend what those meant.

But till then, I can only wait.