How to love myself?
When I don't know what
That sort of love looks like?
I only know of and from the type
That as a parent I hold, as a child I cherished
Effortless. Unconditional. Love.
Never just for myself.
To me that just feels... Off?..
Wrong. Maybe that is just Me?
Able to love. Just not be in love
A pattern holding. Why not Me?