For you, I would do anything.
I see innate value, potential, goodness.
I deeply feel when struggle weighs down your shoulders
as I try to gather the heavy pieces to carry under my own,
fragile skin.
For you, I grant unconditional comfort.
Emotion does not dictate the magnitude of support delt.
In sickness and health isn’t a fun catchphrase that fades away as
circumstances change.
For you, I grant the security of knowing my commitment to care does not end
until the closure of our lives.
All of this
I give to you,
but not me.
For me, the safety and security feel breakable,
a frayed rope, a rubber band stretched one too many times, ready to snap.
Living in a shower of love, support, and acceptance
has not changed it.
Verbalized affirmations and physical comfort
have not changed it.
I am loved when I do not love myself, stated logic.
and yet, it feels like a lie.
For you, I see your worth.
For me, I watch it drown under deep waves of insecurity and fear.
For you, I see your worth.
For me, I deserve the same.
