i woke up 


to the thoughts of worthlessness

of melancholia

of being alone.

they say you should love

yourself before anyone else can

love you.

but why does he hold my hand so tightly

and gaze at me with tender eyes?

why does he care 

if i wake up at 3 in the morning

crying because my head won’t stop telling me i’m worthless?

if i’m really not, then

why does he tell me i’m worth loving?

you don’t need to love yourself to be loved. it is a lie

we tell ourselves because we feel

we don’t deserve the kindness of others.

but we do.

i fall asleep, comforted

by his arms

and the reassurance 

of a love to come.


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