I said your name five times too many because I was searching to see if you came when I needed you.

I only ever asked for the moment, but you seem to think I asked for more.

We can’t be afraid to dismiss the unappreciative.

I loved myself and since I loved me, I loved him because I realized he was good for me. A type of self worth, a type of narcissistic love.

You die in time to realize somethings aren’t worthwhile.

I wonder if you’re looking at the supermoon wondering what it’s like to feel whole?

I love you, but I’m more in love with myself and that’s the problem.

Sometimes the anxiety takes over and I can’t seem to fathom the love he gives me.

And I went into the new year loving myself a little less, but a little more where it actually mattered.