Those That Love Us
We blame those who love us, for what we despise in ourselves,
hoping they can see through our confusion…
We despise those who love us, for loving that which we hate in ourselves
hoping they can bare the tests of our fears…
We loathe those who love us, because we don’t believe they really do or can love us
hoping they do, can and will, despite what we think of ourselves…
It’s hard to let people love us and easier if we can just control how they love us
except when we do let people in we discover their love gives us
hope in our ability to forgive ourselves for…
…to forgive ourselves for not being perfect