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Falling in Love with Me

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All the love poems go the same way

Telling of heartbreak or joy at the end of the day.

Mine is the same, pay it no heed

Small minds, petty deeds.

Melodramas – scream into the wind.

I want you and I want him our bizarre little family.

I fuck you on my birthday before I fuck him.

Trade sex for passion and passion for love.

Trade love for identity. I’m seeking Me.

Lose myself over and over, again and again. 

Find myself on the brink

Insanity and infinity. 

I am my own savior and your cum rag.

Can’t tell which decision I’ll make so I make them again and again.

Pick you both, him and you, stand defeated and heroic–  both claimed and tamed.

Amaze myself – both spurned and chosen. Hell hath no fury and you will regret me.

But first you must lose me and I haven’t lost myself yet. I haven’t gone away.

Today I promise. TODAY is the day.

You made your decisions and I’ll make mine.

You hit me in the face and you fucked another girl.

She said you roofied and raped her.  

I stood by you and then you moved on to another cum rag whore.

I need this. I crave it. I crave my own debasement.

I didn’t realize it until you did it that I NEED to be rejected

Before I can move on from you, before I hit my level of ENOUGH.

Before I can reject your rejection. I MUST feel it inside. I must find me.

I have someone else who has picked me and said, “I am yours.”

I should feel awful. But I don’t.Not awful enough.

I loved you passionately with a heart terrified of intimacy.

And you – gave intimacy and took, and so did I.

Now I have to go face my fears and pick ME.

Now I must have relationship with myself.

It is time. And I am terrified.

And NOW we will live with our choices you and I.

And you can eat the flames of your own bad behaviors.  

I’m eating them now. Passion and lust and fear.

You fucked the whole planet while you fucked me.

But you will miss me and I will rise again.

And you will have to live your own life without me.

I’m following the path back to myself.

My self-compassion and self-love and selfhood.  



Free to love. Free to be intimate with the man who tries.

And if we fail, it isn’t MY fault, it is OK. I don’t NEED a man to exist.

Intimacy and vulnerability are scary and beautiful and terrifying.

I have a love story in my own heart, I’m writing it now. I’m writing it to myself.

I’ll still miss you – even if it doesn’t make sense.

I guess I needed you to find my way. And I forgive you for not providing me with selfhood.

I release you to write your love story to yourself.

May you find peace on your path. May you find joy. May you find a companion in your heart.

I’d like to say I had fun while it lasted, but I did not.

I found my own darkness before I found my light.

I found myself and I lost it over and over again.

I picked you before I picked me a dozen times. And I only wanted to be chosen.

I’m human. And for that I forgive myself.

THIS is my love poem today to myself.

By: Jo

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