I did a lot of running in the past.
Chasing love.
Running toward what looked good and attractive.
What my brain thought I needed.
Dropping pieces of myself along the way I continued to run.
Welp, some pieces I dropped,
some pieces were taken from me,
Some pieces I outgrew,
and some, some, I tore from myself.
I used to chase love
Because the love I had didn’t feel enough
Something felt like it was missing.
But what I know now that I didn't know now
Is that what I was actually was chasing, was me.
What I needed was for me to love me.
I had strong legs at 20 but eventually,
I ran out of breath.
Sitting down,
Being still,
In the darkness.
I found the love I was chasing this whole time.
It was in me.
All along.
God put all I needed,
right there.
Now when I feel the need to chase love,
I first stand in a mirror - because chances are the problem is me.
Because.
I love me.
I deserve to love me.
And sometimes I need to say it again
I love me.
I deserve to love me.
With tears in my eyes, dancing in my room, or yelling in my car.
I love me.
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