I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
Remind yourself that you are other things besides in love and hopeless and sort of sad in the saddest way possible like, you are also a friend or a son, daughter or an employee, student and also a thinker, a doer, a person who lives and has lived before this sad, sad mess came to pass.
Who taught me to suck in my stomach,
or my cheeks?
Who told me to stand with my legs apart
and my hips thrust back
to create the illusion of a gap
between my thighs?
Who made me believe that the most beautiful part of me
is my negative space?