If my health condition could talk, it would tell me im not worth it.
It would tell me i am not worthy of anyone’s love.
It would tell me everyone would leave me, and that no one truly sees me, for me.
Instead they would see me as small and shallow. they would think that i’m just one big battle, and eventually they would grow tired of me pushing them further and further away.
Instead they would wonder how any one could ever love me? how could they love someone so afraid of loving themselves?
It would tell me that life is not worth it.
It would tell me that love is a pointless term used only to describe those that are more worthy than i at receiving those feelings of love.
It would tell me that everyone leaves to go and find someone better. someone with more value and meaning, someone that does not shy from the feeling of love, someone who is used to believing.
But when i am oh so high it would tell me that i am oh so worthy.
But when i am high it would tell me to not care so much for matters and others that don’t concern me.
But when i am high it would tell me i am capable and i am so so deserving.
Instead of focusing on my flaws, it would draw my imperfections in a beautiful line, a line which does not cease to be straight, but one which ceases to be solid, in the name of fate.
Instead of pondering on the love for which others can give, I ponder on the love I have to give. the imperfect, beautiful love I give to myself to make up for the lack of love i receive from others.
I swirl up this love in a potionful which one day i will pour right from the very start, in the formation of my heart, to show that the love that I lacked, has lead me to the right track. #MightyPoets #Love #LonelySoul