Self Love.
No one can love you better than yourself; they can only teach you how.
Self Love
My diaries remain your lockets
and lately like a butter spread
in my mornings you’re present
where my belly is your garment
until it’s something permanent
and I take a selfie of the moment
to remember your lips’ crescent
your happiness and mine in percents
I often wonder if my care is a talent.
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