The hardest thing to do: loving yourself
I don't crave
and want your love.
I will push you away
and make you hurt until
the blood in your mouth reminds you of me.
The only love I care to receive is from myself,
and although you may call me selfish
I am doing it for you.
Until I find the strength to love myself,
I will not
and cannot
let you love me.
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