Poem pickins

i don’t know how to love small
so if i can’t love you a lot
i can’t love you at all

it was all too heavy
i was all too weak
i think the weight of someone else
would bring me to my knees
so i’m sorry
i’d love to love you
i’d love for us to be
but i can’t hold onto you
until i can hold onto me

start demanding from the universe what you are worth

i’m beginning to realize
that it wasn’t me
i was not unworthy
i was simply out of place

no longer taking advice from my doubts

– Home, Whitney Hanson