ever wonder maybe half the love songs weren’t written for someone else, but for the mirror?

anyone else ever realize that
the way you hold your own hand
in moments of doubt
sets the tone
for every other hand you'll ever hold?

wild how the tenderness you offer yourself
at your most unlovable
becomes the invitation for
how someone else gets to love you.

i used to think i was lonely.
turns out i just wasn’t talking
to the version of me that needed
love the most.

i've learned that your first kiss
is how you forgive yourself in the dark.
every mouth after that is just
an echo.

if you flinch when your own voice cracks,
don’t be surprised when others never feel safe
crying near you.

show me your self-talk
and i'll show you your sex life.

foreplay starts in the way you forgive yourself before anyone else dares to try.

your next orgasm will only go
as deep as your last apology
to the part of you
you keep trying to abandon.

if your inner voice was a lover,
would you still be sleeping with them?

i dare you to make out with your scars.

i dare you to love your body
like it's your first
soul mate.

i dare you.