I Do Believe We Grow Tired of Self-Love

In the independent life, I do believe we grow tired of self-love We encapsulate ourselves in our own hearts Tirelessly, we are self-devoted To the richness of love we can offer ourselves A richness that the dependent life cannot learn to simulate Their desire to find self-love, in another, elsewhere, to truly understand self-love I find confusing In the independent life, there is no loneliness But I do believe we grow tired of self-love A maturing of an aged old self-love into a self-less love A cynical need to prove our ability to be fond of someone, whole heartedly A sudden yet long awaited aching heart to love someone else more than we have ever loved ourselves In the dependent life, self-less love comes innately In the independent life, self-less love is a course, a teaching, a feeling approached with a scholarly mind, out of place and often misunderstood Or rather, unconquered