Cross-Stitched Heart

I feel as if my heart has been worked and reworked again

To look a certain way

That’s been mishandled by a few pairs of unskilled hands

For they say you must love yourself before you love another

But my heart has never agreed to this

My heart screams to love another even if it does not one hundred percent love itself

I want to love myself the way I love you

And I feel as if these clumsy hands have poked and prodded a bit more than is healthy

To find in myself something to love

As strongly as I love you

My heart can’t decide if it loves me or it loves me not

It must be a daisy those tireless hands are attempting to make

On that bit of overworked material

I feel as if we are running out of petals

I need to know why it is so important to love oneself

As I struggle to believe that all these people in love aren’t in the middle of being cross-stitched as well