For years and years, I searched and climbed

up every tree and hill that I could find.

Looking for love where it does not reside

hurting myself more and more every time.

Once blaming myself, I now know not

to blame a younger me that never thought

those who once loved me most

would one day stop.

Terrified of being given up on, I gave up on myself

I was the driving force who resisted help.

Unrecognizing love where it truly lies

losing the light that once lived in my eyes.

In my pursuit of love, I’ve been let down

by those for who I lowered my expectations to the ground.

But I don’t need any hand to hold to feel complete

my own self-love can taste just as sweet.