How Not To Love Yourself

Poor little me
A young girl lost in a big world
Of lust and heart break
Trying to find the true meaning of love
In a Casanova’s arms
Which are warm and tender
Yet his dangerous and mean
But his eyes are promising
Confusing my heart with his touch
Blinding my eyes with his charm
And distroying my mind with his words
I Love you
He always says but act different
I Love you more
I always reply and Thats no lie
And truth is I loved only him
Even forgot to love me too.
I though if he loved me what was a point of self love
Till he left me broken on the cold floor
With mirrors reflecting on me
But I couldn’t see my own image
For I had no love for myself
For a while, I learned
How not to love myself
When I loved a boy.