Ocean Drop's First Blog Post

Hooray! First post is up on my new blog. I follow back similar blogs. 

Words have left me. I could not write anymore.
What made us think that anyone who fails to love us is damaged, lacking, malfunctioning in some way? And particularly if they replace us with a god, or a weeping madonna, or the face of Christ in a ciabatta roll—-then we call them crazy. Deluded. Regressive. We are so convinced of the goodness of ourselves, and the goodness of our love, we cannot bear to believe that there might be something more worthy of love than us, more worthy of worship. Greeting cards routinely tell us everybody deserves love. No. Everybody deserves clean water. Not everybody deserves love all the time.
Her scars are scars,
her eyes are blue
because they are,
and he never felt the need
to romanticize every part
of her being
because he takes them all
for what they are.
His heart is leather
just like his jacket
but it turns into
wool
for the girl next door.
I was once told
I should love myself
Because
Boys love girls
Who love themselves.
I don’t want
To love myself
So that other people
Will love me.
I want to
Love myself
So that I don’t
Need them to.
Source: coffee-crinkled-pages via iamunheardd