To all the love I couldn't recieve

It's really difficult when my heart keeps thinking of all the love it couldn't recieve

As if craving that could somehow make me whole again

But no amount of my past loves, lost loves, unrequited loves can make me whole again 

Perhaps the only thing that can make you whole again is how you love yourself 

Because each time you lost some love, you lost a little bit of love for yourself too 

Or maybe, not even loving yourself can make you whole

Maybe we're never meant to feel whole 

Maybe the only thing that's meant to make you whole is loss, and grief and the memories of pain filling in all the gaps 

Because at the end of it all, isn't it all the same?