I used to hate this part of me.
I was embarrassed of him.
He’s weak. He’s needy. He’s scared of everything.
I tried to hide him. I tried to toughen him up. I tried to kill that part of me.
But he’s still here.
He’s the part that just wants to be loved.
He’s the part that curls up shaking, hoping you won’t push him away.
He doesn’t know how to trust. He’s always waiting for it to go bad again.
He’s not cute. He’s not soft.
He’s just broken.
If you have a Puppy inside you…
Stop fucking kicking him.
He’s not weak for needing love.
He’s the part of you that never stopped hoping someone would stay.
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