when loving yourself is meant to be enough.

self respect is hard

when his voice reaches out
and my mind embraces
his phantom warmth

Limbs tangled with his memory
weight / (wait!)
that brings fourth
very real palpitations.

I wanted to love him

Once, when the starlight was young
his roguish smile was
So very beautiful

I know he wanted to love Me

 — the way sinners do.
Two coins wrought from
The same template
We were fate,

Mystics, and whatever else
fairytales extolled.

I know though
This is not what
Healthy People Do

So i play the game
that must be won
in spite

self respect be fucked.


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