Thin
I stopped loving myself
when I invited the chaos back in;
that's why I don't know how
to love anyone
anymore.
You can't love someone
until you learn to love yourself.
That old cliche ********...but,
isn't there some truth in it?
I've made homes out of other people,
twisted my roots around until they withered to dust.
I have
nothing
to return to.
I have spread myself so
thin,
given away the parts that
made up my
foundation.
I've given so much that whoever I've become
has
nothing
left
to give.
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