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.