You love yourself enough
to be here," she said.
And though I sometimes wonder
how I possibly love this imperfect creature -
who judges too quickly, and cries too often,
I think she is on to something.
Four long years of school,
empty bank account and bare closet,
I loved myself enough to stay up all night
cramming for that Italian test,
just so I wouldn't be crushed when I saw that
fateful letter circled in red.
And then I said no to all of those boys
whose feelings may have been hurt
but who nonetheless were either spoiled or moody
(but usually dull)
and I would much rather spend my night alone
with a mug of cocoa and my bed.
And then there was the time I moved to a new place
just to show myself that I could
and I left the man I loved behind
because I knew that I had to go
before I could love him
the way he deserved.
And I suppose that I do love myself enough
to wake up before the sun
next to the man I love
and tip-toe out the door because
that love for me is at least as much
as I need.