Self Love
When the wind fails you, where will you go?
When the ocean sends you back to shore, how will you fare?
When the earth rejects you, spits you back up to the surface,
What will you become?
There must be refuge to find in the white walls of your bones.
There must be warmth to claim in that quiet stream of your blood.
Who else will marry your sullied heart after its affair with the darkness?
Who else can appreciate the marring of your soul?
In the end, there is no one to lick that pulsing wound in your chest,
No one to care for it but yourself.
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