Like cracking a window through my life’s most destructive hurricane. You relieved the pressure building inside me.

You plugged the hole where my self-love was leaking from. And although I had nothing left to refill myself with, your presence reminded me that maybe it was okay to try. For me. The least I deserved was my own love even if I deserved not one other thing from this life.

Maybe there’s truth in the daily degradation you shoot at me. How you feel about me clearly still a larger reflection of how I’ve felt about me for a longer time still.

You hate me more than you hate the world. Your words remind me of that. Of how terrible I am. Of how I have nothing good to offer. Of why it was warranted for me to live the isolation and panic the pain provided me.

Fuck a mirror, I still don’t like what I see anyway.

Take it day by day.