My Valentines Day (and every day) poem to me.
Do you ever wonder if you truly love yourself?
I mean, I love myself,
I try to take care of myself.
But,...
I know my faults.
I know my fails.
I know when I lie and don't like doing it.
I know when I'm depressed, anxious, antsy,
I know when I'm ecstatic, grateful, so happy that tears come to my eyes.
I know my moods.
I know my mood swings.
I know I sometimes get in a rut.
I know I can be irrational.
I know I can be unpredictable and that can be difficult to deal with..
I know I am sometimes a pain in the ass.
I know my attention span sometimes seems nonexistent.
I know I sometimes say stupid things, do stupid things.
I know I sometimes hurt people's feelings, by accident.
I help people, hurt people, like people, dislike people.
Yet, through it all,
I love myself,
which is a good thing,
because if I can't love me,
how can I love someone else?
And if I can't love me,
why should you?
© 2023 Sue Schnitzer
