i try to stare away from
my own self-worth
target others with my love
because i feel as if i
deserve none.
i want to be loved by a woman
so bad
but to no avail...
fate hasnt seen my trail
to romance open up...
i know it’s common to say
“you have to learn to
love yourself
before you can truly
love another”
but i feel as if,
in a way,
that’s a fallacy
masked within selfishness
of emotion and laziness
within the intimacy of love
and growth.
you see,
i feel like my heart freezes
to solid stone
every time i want to find
a home in it...
but it beats so freely
at the sign of a lost soul,
a worthy spirit seeking
warm and unconditional
love, never hesitating a second.
i always wondered why
im so reluctant in thriving through
myself...
but then i came to the thought
of a woman, full of wisdom and
spirited affair,
willing to plant a seed of love
at the price of her heart...
and with that,
she’s compensated with my own,
beating ever-so-joyfully
for her embrace, for her journey...
a woman who can
teach me how to love harder,
and, subsequently...
how
to love
myself.