truth

They always say that you need to love yourself before you can expect another human being to love you. But how are we supposed to love ourselves when no one else does? How are we supposed to love ourselves when we are taught our entire lives that our feelings don’t matter? How are we supposed to love ourselves when we can’t take pride in our own achievements for fear of making others feel bad? How are we supposed to love ourselves when we’re stripped of our identity, constantly told to blend in? How am I supposed to love myself, if I don’t even know myself?
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #58 // @zimmdoggie on Instagram
i taste your lips
a melancholy twist
with dash and bits
endless kisses
i rise with the shadows
descend in the eve
creating things
you’d never see
we tango to the night
slow dancing in the streets
jazz beneath our toes
candle lit 
yet you’d never see
i kiss your hands
you kiss my back
that was then
this is now
where the tango
was always
just me