It Turns Out That I Loved You Because The One Who Didn’t Love Me Was Me

It turns out that we don’t love each other.
We conform.
Someone comes and tells us a nice thing.
Pay attention to us.

It looks at us.
And we immediately feel that we owe him something.
It is the spring of the lack of self-love.

Because as we think that we do not deserve what we receive.
That we don’t really deserve anything.
What we do is return everything.

It turns out that we don’t love each other.
When someone shows us interest.
We show interest.

Without asking if we like it or not.
If it is what we want or not.
If what we feel is love.
Because it is enough for us that they love us.

It turns out that we don’t love each other.
We do many things in the name of self-hatred.
We endure contempt.
We are still there even though sometimes they don’t treat us well.

We believe that this is the only way.
Because who was going to take care of this fat shit.
Who would want this ugly one.
Who was going to stay.

It turns out that we don’t love each other.
We accept all crumbs.
Because we don’t know if someone else will make that effort.
If someone else will come.

And you won’t mind our monstrosity.
We do not know if someone will have charity again.
It turns out that we don’t love each other.

As we look at each other with enemy eyes.
We wage a preventive war on our bodies.
We part ways with them.
We disassociate ourselves.

We become boards that float in an infinite ocean.
So they can save whoever wants to use them.

It turns out that since we do not love each other, it is very difficult to start doing it.
It is not enough to say it.
But you have to try every day.

We have to treat each other better.
Especially to know who we are and what we need.
To take charge of our lives.
To not leave self-esteem in the hands of others.

So that when someone decides to spend time with us.
Let us know without a doubt.
Which is because we are the most.