A love Letter

i think

in life,

we try and make the first thing 

we ever loved, 

that ever made us proud, 

proud. 

And in doing so

we feel that pride once more. 

For isn't that the goal of life?

To once and for all be satisfied, 

to love ourselves?

Why is it so hard to begin with?

Why is it so easy to give our love away

and not hold it in arms 

safe from the terrors of manipulation?

we give ourselves to everything we love

and in return

hope that we'll achieve something 

that earns it back.