I felt loved and needed,
like I was the one thing keeping him sane.
The one person keeping him grounded.
He made me feel like he couldn't live without me.
He wanted to be with me forever.
He needed me.
But he lied
He didn't need me.
He said he did,
and I believed him
because I needed him to need me
so I could feel loved
so I could feel like I have a purpose.
Now I don't love myself
because he doesn't love me.
Now I'm co-dependent
and damaged goods.
Why aren't we taught to love ourselves?
Because at the end of the day
ourselves are the only people we know.
I am the only person who can truly love myself.
But it takes a lot of work.
Its sad that we depend on people to make us feel like we have a purpose,
a reason to be alive