"You are worthy of love”
is a phrase that I keep hearing.
No matter who I ask,
the words just keep on repeating.
The words are rearranged,
but the meaning never was;
it’s easier to say it
than admit a lost cause.
They say “love yourself first,”
an easy task for some,
as if I haven’t tried that—
and the results have yet to come.
They speak like it’s a choice,
like I just turned away,
not a war I’ve been fighting
every quiet day.
So when they say I’m worthy,
I hear what they won’t say:
some people aren’t unlovable—
thoughts I never learned to say.
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 5:07 PM UTC
"You are worthy of love”
is a phrase that I keep hearing.
No matter who I ask,
the words just keep on repeating.
The words are rearranged,
but the meaning never was;
it’s easier to say it
than admit a lost cause.
They say “love yourself first,”
an easy task for some,
as if I haven’t tried that—
and the results have yet to come.
They speak like it’s a choice,
like I just turned away,
not a war I’ve been fighting
every quiet day.
So when they say I’m worthy,
I hear what they won’t say:
some people aren’t unlovable—
thoughts I never learned to say.
