Love, Me

I started writing love poems this month to myself. They are the best poems I could imagine.

Full of love. Full of live.

It’s probably because I finally fully love the person I am writing about.

The pain in my chest. The pain in my heart. I love you. Every ounce of you.
You are everything you need to be.

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