is this when we start loving ourselves?

when will the perfectly curated frames
of the most desirable parts of our lives
become true?
the emphasis of the adored versions of oneself
will continue our demise.
we strip back the layers of what is actually there,
only to find everything we’ve hated of others.
the projection of insecurity lay dormant,
until the antithesis of yourself appears at your nose.
forgive the body you inhabit
for you’ve robbed it of cognitive nutrition.

is this when we start loving others?

we must see others as we come.
understanding our differences and loving them just the same.
we must rip off the guise of status,
as it’s been blinding us since birth.
innately capturing every ounce of joy left in our bodies
while comparison crashes it’s deafening cymbals.
as we are all skin and bone. and bleed when cut.
we are all the same.
we will forgive others, for treating them as if they were any different from the same dust we came from.
for we’ve robbed them of peace.

is this when you start loving me?
and i to you?

Look down on fear, not on people. We are all, each other’s equal.

You did not leave like I thought you would
Each hard time by my side you've stood
Truthfully, I owe you this;
An explanation for how it feels when we kiss
You were quick to believe I didn't care
You were not seeing what was really there
I did not fall for some other man
You say I gave up one day and ran
You do not know how hard it was to let you go
Fact is I was no longer helping you grow
Doesn't mean I wasn't still haunted by your face
I wished daily to feel your embrace
The most beautiful longing ever felt
Within body control began to melt
Stalked by memories of what we were
Hidden feelings started to stir
Realized I couldn't live that way
Without your touch brightening each day
Guess that brings me to where we are now
Standing before you and I don't know how
We arrived at this point but here we are
Close yet still so very far
Reaching out to grab your hand
Hoping we don't waste this one last chance

We always argued about who was more amazing
I believed it was you, you swore it was me
But now I see that perhaps we are equals
Two perfect halves truly meant to be