self love

Here I am, Living despite of it all. 

Despite all the long cold nights. 

living despite the loneliness and the sadness. 

despite my insecurities. 

Here I am making the most of what you've left me with. 

Living with my own wounds & issues. 

I'm beginning to look like my old self again. 

Starting to sound like myself again. 

Starting to bare myself in the mirror. 

Starting to share myself. 

I'm looking at myself in different perspectives. 

In the perspective of the boy who said, 

"I love you, but you're too good for me"

Looking at myself in the perspective of 

the boy I hurt in 2014. 

Loving myself enough to say that, that was realizing my self worth. 

Looking at that as if I deserved better. 

I've come to the conclusion that I can't change the past. 

I can't change what I've done. 

My past is my past and I did what I did to 

help better myself. 

This is my wake up call. 

This was my second chance. 

Did I take it?

No, I declined it and moved on. 

That was the day I realized I had to let you go. 

You have to let me go because you're living in the past. 

I'm not the person I used to be, 

Neither are you. 

We've outgrown each other. 

You can watch me, 

But you can't grow with me. 

...

on the last day of love

my heart crackled inside of my body. 

-rupi kaur ♡