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Love
Love,
It burns,
It hurts,
Yet I crave it so much.
My therapist tells me,
“It’s not healthy,”
To love someone,
So much.
My ego is filled by others,
She says that’s not healthy either.
The void is filled by meaningless,
“I love you”s.
I used to be healthy.
I used to love who I was.
But now I am a wreck,
With no purpose nor cause.
The only things I’m good for,
Sex,
Money,
Love.
It burns,
It hurts,
Yet I crave it so much.
My therapist tells me,
“It’s not healthy,”
To love someone,
So much.
My ego is filled by others,
She says that’s not healthy either.
The void is filled by meaningless,
“I love you”s.
I used to be healthy.
I used to love who I was.
But now I am a wreck,
With no purpose nor cause.
The only things I’m good for,
Sex,
Money,
Love.
Published 26th Aug 2023
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26th Aug 2023 4:50pm
26th Aug 2023 7:56pm
Thank you for the advice, but my therapist is lovely and is only looking out for my mental and physical well being. I am a serial dater who has difficulty being alone for too long. I am also codependent, though am working on both of these issues.
