I hoped for your love
as a desert hopes for rain
the deepest pain
is knowing it won’t come again
the even deeper pain
lies in fearing I am flawed
if the words you say are true
what is there left
worth living for
and how can these tears
be enough
to sustain
life in a desert?
Emerging From The Dark Night 
Sometimes, we define ourselves, based off of how others had treated us, and in doing so, we’ lose, the respect, the love we have, for ourselves, and it would be, even harder, for us, to find it all back again.
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I know that and this isnt about where I am at today but this can be read as how it feels to be a small child and have no one seeing us and actively loving us also how feeling that original wound can hurt us so much even in adulthood. š
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