Die to myself.
Do not lie to myself.
I am afraid; fear is the precursor to courage.
Leaving a me daily, I grow familiar to death.
When I do not see a "you" I am not burdened for you are also dead to me.
Our greeting free of surface expectation rather trusted in depth acceptation.
Please change and die to yourself too.
As humans we need rooted love as much as we need food and water.
How can I not lie to myself but rather die to myself and wear my inside out?
How can I be brave enough to wear my tears?
How can I pinpoint a “me” when the “me” is continually adapting, breathing in change while expelling crusted scabs?
Whales are hard to study because of their elusive nature in continual behavioral changes; relate.
I die daily,
but my love will not.
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