What does wholesome love look like?

 

I had learnt to 

live off the scraps 

of your love.

The bits you threw, I caught. The bits you didn’t, I rummaged.

The bits that you snatched, I grabbed. 

The bits you hid, I searched.

Scavenger. Scapegoat. Starved. Scarred.

Now they say 'Love yourself.'

So I’m giving myself scraps now. 

It’s not new - it’s just hard.

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