They say any act of love is self love,

And any act of hate is self hate.

So why is it that when I spend my days finding all the reasons in the world to love you,

Nightfall greets me with hatred toward myself, hating the feeling of not being loved back

Hating the idea that I want you in a way you don’t want me.

But how could it be? I love myself so deeply— or so I'd like to think

But how could I love someone who can’t seem to love me?

I find reasons to love myself, but they don’t light me up in the way they do you

Maybe my definition of love is lost somewhere in translation

Maybe I’ll know one day what the meaning of love really is

But for now, I’ll continue to feel deep in my core what loss is really like, losing myself in trying to find love in you

So ask yourself as I ask myself,

What is self love? What is self hate?