SELF-LOVE.

Not what he really wanted but what he needed.

I didn’t want to feel needed.

Always afraid that he would leave,

Afraid to be left alone with nothing to heal me.

He said he would never turn away but

He left me like a car, running on empty.

Left me to feel desired, cherished, and sacred.

To feel the warmth of the sun on my face;

My skin painted with a golden hue.

Everything before is plain in comparison.

I see colors that I’ve never seen.

Past loves felt like chased dreams.

Now I feel it all and everything in between.

A place I’m not afraid to be me,

Oh, how good it feels to be free.

I want to go out when the moon is high,

And dance with all the silver stars.

Love is pain and yet we start again.

Always dancing away our scars.

 N.M