Love thyself.
I have always had this
overwhelming feeling of
needing to be loved.
It’s a deep longing that
my heart has harboured
since I was a child.
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking,
a lot of wondering
if maybe I need too much…
Do I ask too much of those who love me?
Because I want so much.
So very much.
I want a love that is
unconditional,
unequivocal,
unrelenting,
passionate,
maddening,
desperate,
full of depth
full of laughter.
I want the kind of love
that radiates through a person;
that when you look their eyes,
you can see their soul.
I want the kind of love
that rumbles to the very core
of the earth,
the kind of love
that stretches beyond
the confines of our galaxy.
I want the kind of love
that paints my life in shades of
glorious technicolour.
I want a love that consumes me.
But how can I yearn so desperately for
a love of such depth, yet
feel so terribly unworthy of it?
Why do I continue to believe
I don’t deserve this love?
The love I’ve spent my life yearning for?
Somehow, along the way,
I seem to have lost
the belief that I am worthy
of any such love.
It seems I need to learn to
love myself…
Because no one’s love will ever be enough
if I continue to believe
that I do not deserve it.
Where can I find this love for myself?
With such ferocity I need never doubt…
Somehow
I must make my peace
and fall in love
with myself, again.