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Acknowledging that I am more than enough,
to try and stop feeling like I’m nothing.
I see the way you are hurting and make it my responsibility to heal you.
Caring about others so much that I begin to lose my sense of self, my awareness of who I am.
I’m still figuring it out.
When I said others, I meant you.
Every emotion ricochets in my being, intense sadness which simultaneously makes my heart stop and my stomach turns upon itself.
Love that reduces me to tears because it is so much more than I am. You paint butterflies and bite marks on my stomach, flaming red and serene blue and deep, deep green. I need to be better, if not for you, then for myself. You make me feel so safe and so beautiful, but when you leave, the security goes with you.
I am more than enough.
I hate it when you go because when I’m alone I miss meals and my head hurts. Maybe I’m selfish. Do you feel this way too? You’re mine. I’d die for you. I love you so much more than words can express, but I’ll try . Words we swing back and forth, a game of who means it more.
Do you mean it?
