I like to imagine that there is
an easier way to go about this.
But it’s a lie.
Maybe I’m in love with the idea that I can be
saved. I don’t believe
in knights in shining armor. I can’t shake
the idea that maybe someone out there is falling in love
and isn’t that just a bit conceited?
But the thing is, it helps me fall in love with myself,
which probably sounds worse.
If someone else is secretly pining after me, then why
can’t I flirt with my beauty,
find my flaws adorable and be embarrassed
by praising my own achievements?
I wonder if maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be.
Loving yourself, and setting all the amazing light