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Why do I have to hate myself to love you?

Why do you tell me I was born so worthless— that I don't even deserve to live?

Why am I so imperfect to you?

Why are you so perfect to you?

Why are you so perfect to me?

You have told me I could never know you— that I'm too stupid, too ruined, too woman.

What was my transgression?

How come everything I do good, you need the credit.

But every time I fail, it's my fault.

Everyone told me you were going to be the greatest thing that ever happened to my life.

This love is unrequited.

I get it.

I love you. And, you love you too.

I just don't understand why, you — and everyone else — say, this is right for me.

When I needed you, I waited until I convinced myself why you didn't show up.

And if I don't wait, then I don't love you.

If I respect myself, I don't love you.

Why do I have to lose for my love to be genuine to you?

Why is my love only validated by my pain?

Why is my love considered stained by the nature I was created with?

Why will you only accept me if I reject everything I am?

You've said, without you, I'm disgusting.

You've said, without you, I should die.

You've said, without you, I should be tortured.

And who am I to question this, to question you?

But who am I to be choosy when I ran to you, right?

It's true. I did. I ran to you when I had nobody to run to.

And I listened as I self-soothed and told myself everything I needed to hear, in your voice.

It was the perfect timing because I was broken and I had no expectations.

I was, needy.

My limerance, it blinded me.

I felt like I belonged.

It was not long before I hung on your every word.

And then your sweet words became bitter-sweet and then bitter.

You told me commitment was not about my happiness, wellness, or common sense.

Why do I have to throw all that away? Why do I have to throw me away to be loved?

You trust you enough for the both of us.

You want everything I have that I should salvage and forage for anything.

You claim everything I've earned.

If I have not poverty, I never loved you.

You exempt not the lives of my babies.

But should I turn from you, I never loved you.

I'll never be blessed without your permission.

I must be dehumanized and further degraded.

Mixed signals. Mixed messages. Flying-monkeys.

You've ruined every hand I've held with your jealousy.

You've told me to trust no one but you.

You've held me in isolation for yourself.

Even as I bled, you forsook me.

And even when life betrayed me, I couldn't find you.

So, I fought my way back to myself, and everyone thanked... you?

Who is lost? Me? Them? You— seriously, where are you?

A world that stands by you, abusing me, on your behalf.

You're why people hate me whenever I love me.

You're why people hate me whenever I help me.

You're why people only love me when I hate myself.

Why do I have to hate myself?

Is your love intoxicating, or toxic?



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Wow thats a lot of honest and touching words there.

Straight through the heart! Be strong girlie

It's not how I feel at the moment. Tapping into feelings and questions I've had before though. Writing is therapeutic.

Writing is damn therapeutic, like mucho thrapeutic.

Glad to hear its not now anymore

Being alone is the best. Very therapeutic. Enjoy!

Sometimes it is, yes.

And thank you sweet @karinxxl

Hugs to you. String, powerful words. But in the end when you are calm and still and focus on your own value, the destructive loves will wither away and you will attract that which you already are - perfect, nourishing, loving, uplifting and whole. Kudos for being real.

I appreciate your commentary @artemislives always. Thank you for giving my expression your time.♥️

Exactly what I'm looking for... thanks

Intense and deep meaning @omitaylor

Thank you so much @gpalav I appreciate that you read it.♥️

GREAT questions, Omi! As you said in one of your comments:

...this was more about those that can relate to it reflecting— some on their relationship, or their religion, or their government even.

Critical life questions. If we mulled and listened for our own honest answers to bubble up into our awareness, we'd maybe proceed with more powerful discernment in every regard. Maybe. ;)

Thank you so much.

Thank you for your thoughtful response @angelacs.

I must have hurt so much..
I must have grown strong..
I must have learned to loved myself..
I must have healed through forgiveness..

I must be love and beloved 💖

Thanks for your comment @kenistyles. This piece is intended to provoke thought, although I've had these thoughts provoked as well. Indeed, they've been a catalyst of much transformation. ♥️

Thank you for reflecting and provoking. I maybe be talking to myself :)

damn sorry about your broken heart at least you seem to be getting some raw rhymes out of it. what do you think you will do different in your next relationship?

Thanks for your comment. It's not a rhyme though, just an expression. It's also not about a broken heart exactly, or about a relationship exactly. But I don't really want to get into the details, because this was more about those that can relate to it reflecting— some on their relationship, or their religion, or their government even.

Intenso y puro pero apasionado me encanto, saludos desde venezuela un abrazo

Sí. Y las preguntas apasionadas requieren respuestas sinceras.

This is deep. Really deep❤ . I love it

Thank you @steempoet. ❤ .❤ .❤

Wow, I wish I could give that a heart upvote.

We need to create that heart bot haha

I totally agree lol