you come to depend on anxiety and fear
and the idea of complete undesirability
that when waking in the morning you know that surely
irrevocably
no one will ever love you as much as you love yourself.
if even the level of affection you employ is entirely sub-par,
you've set the bar.
nothing feels as good as the feel of your skin on your skin.
no one makes you feel the need to rely on them.
looking in the mirror you find an enemy and a friend.
i am completely self sufficient.