There are days when I know I should
love me more
Days where I feel sick of me
My anxiety unleashing my insecurities
There are days when I wish I loved me as unconditionally as I do others
Days where I don’t meet a single condition
My gut rotting with feelings of inadequacies
There are days when I love me just enough
Days where looking in a mirror isn’t hard
My self worth fighting for my life
As I struggle to stop myself from committing
Fewer mental atrocities
There are days when I love me more
Days when my smile feels genuine
Days when I’m hopeful
Days when I’m able to remind myself that I am capable of loving me unconditionally
There are good and bad days
Days when I’m grateful for poetry
Days when my writing is grounding
Days when my words are rooted
Days when I remember that I can also write love poems to myself
Days when I feel worthy of loving me more expressively