Self-care has never been a strength of mine.
Self-love is even worse
(unless you count sleepless nights with hands under the covers and a name on my lips).
I have always tried to put everyone else first
because it is easier to deal with their problems
than face my own.
I never want to be an inconvenience,
a burden for someone else to bear
so I keep my thoughts to myself.
I would bend over backwards,
snap my spine in two
to make it easier for you to walk over me.
I would bleed myself dry for those I love –
rip out my hair and fingernails and teeth
one by one
just so I could give you everything
and thank you for the privilege
and apologise for dirtying your shoes in the process.

– for those who let me burn myself at both ends