You used to say you loved us all,
And I’d reply, “Love only me, do call.”
You used to say, not knowing where to place,
Each time I visited, a puzzled case,
Because your love for me was of a different grace.

You used to tell me tales of your life,
Always comic, never strife.
For if there’s something you “used not” to be,
It was sad; you were joy,…read more

I discovered that I am the one who hurts myself,
that to my own loyalty I owe.
I am the most beautiful love I will have,
the sole owner of my reflection.

Every day, in front of the mirror, I say nice things to myself,
I make sure that I can, that at each stumble,
I will be there to rise, not as a doubt but as certainty,
like the oak that, after…read more