Anvi Tuteja, Experiences, Poems

Love Yourself Like I Do Myself

Made me believe I was living a lie for someone else,
But I don’t need you to love me, because I already love myself,
My flaws, my misconceptions, my defections- they make me who I am,
No, I’m perfect as I am; no, not any corrections to the programme,

You left me all alone – crying and brokenhearted,
But I still needed this love – while it lasted,
But you never loved me for who I was,
Just a wandering, meandering spirit – meant to be lost,

I’m older now, but I miss the days when I was naรฏve,
I used to believe the perfect guy would come and find me,
Even after all the hardships, the cracks in my armour,
I will always remember you, the perfect charmer,

But you made me broken, made me insecure,
At night your jeering voices, still come to lure,
But then I learned a secret rare,
Something I pass to you, with more than a dare,

All I can say at the end of the day – Love Yourself Like I Do Myself,
Don’t ever compromise, don’t live for someone else,
You only get one life, use it, cherish it, love it,
For without your permission, no one can break your spirit,

I love myself, my flaws, my imperfections,
I know my mistakes, but I still laugh like interjections,
And that’s the secret of destiny, the flavour to life,
If you love yourself, no one can make you feel strife,

And it’s six months later, I’ve never been better,
No need to be perfect, be charming – right down to the letter,
Because I Love Myself Like There’s No One Else,
Because this life that I’m living, well, it’s all for myself.
ANVI TUTEJA


-with you till the end of the line, pal-


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Anvi Tuteja, Poems

Breathe

They tell me to do more and try to be better,
Perfect and Charming, right down to the letter,
But I just need moment, yeah, I just need a moment,
To breathe; But I’m sorry, no comment,

How do I tell them I’m done? How do I tell them they’re only stories,
How do I tell them their real life isn’t my reality? That I was meant for better glories,
I was not meant to sit at home and look pretty,
I am strong and brave and smart and witty,

Give me a moment, a moment to breathe,
I can do it, but what of the sorrows beneath?
I’m scared of what they’ll do to me,
I’ve seen things I wish to unsee,

Reality is abstract, different, not yours, not mine,
Freaked out, Insecure, Neurotic, Emotional; yeah, I’m just FINE,
I’m done fighting, I’m done living for someone else,
I’m finally free, free to breathe, free to believe, that I can finally be, myself.
ANVI TUTEJA


-with you till the end of the line, pal-


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