You’re beautiful
tear-stained face
sleep-ridden eyes
frizzy, messy hair
Maybe I am.
Perhaps, if someone loves me,
I can, possibly, be capable of
loving,
   myself.
“You can’t love someone until you love yourself.”
Well,
it’s easier to love others.
You don’t have their mind in your head,
their voice
beating you down.
You only have their sweet voice
building you up,
or
   trying.
They can’t build your self-love for you,
your bridge to who you’re meant to be.
But they can help you build the foundation,
lifting stones with you,
giving you cranes and hammers,
the tools
   to help.
Until you’re ready
to walk the bridge
of self-love,
and find them waiting
on the other side.
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