It’s kind of funny…
Now that I think about it, who you are hasn’t ever once been enough.
No matter how much I reassure you, that you are beautiful to me in every way,
It’s not enough.
And you search for the attention you crave else where. Often times with negative impact upon what I assume is your current slice of happiness.
Figure your shit out.
I’m done constantly reassuring you that you are enough.
I shouldn’t have to.
If you can’t love yourself,…
There’s no way you love me yet.
Not like I need.
Not like you need.