Is this love?

Is this love? A friend of mine said, it is. But, I don’t know, and am not sure. If I am not sure, I can do nothing about it, even if it means I will miss it. Well, it doesn’t matter…

I need to learn to love myself and to have my own life fitted together before I can think of being loved by others and to love others. At this stage of my life, what I need, is to love myself, to learn to believe in myself and to learn to believe that I am worth loving. You are correct, that I need to stop this stupid anger at myself, this auto-aggression because I am not stupid, not ugly, not unloveable.

I’m beautiful for who I am, I am smart to be who I am, and I am definitely loveable. If I don’t believe that about myself first, how can I expect for anyone to love me?

Do you know how much you’ve changed my life? My person? My character, and possibly even my future? Do you know how much you weigh in my life?

You have helped me find the person I have lost, even if you are the worst bastard at times. Thank you.

The desire for another sound

I hear the desire breaching the shell
Not the lost emptiness anymore, it holds
To have another sound spoken from its mouth…

And the deep dark wishes are blessings to be heard
So the world may be no longer silent to it…
But full of intellectuals bound