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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