SELF LOVE POEM

A memo on self love by Bobby Beeler

Dear myself, I love you

said myself

If I say myself one more time

I’m going to lose it

Giving the phrase 

“I’m losing my marbles”

A literal meaning.

Because my brain cells are

marbles just bumbling and

bouncing and rolling and dashing

and mixing and spilling all over

into a big

Mess. 

I love you, person that stares

back at me in the mirror… I mean

You’re kinda hot! And cute

and a little bit quirky, and screwy

and you kinda don’t understand

boundaries because you didn’t

really grow up with them and

it’s hard to express feelings

sometimes…

But this time I love you 

slipping on today’s 

bomb ass outfit,

looking the fuck

outta the ’80s

but with a little modern fling.

Because standing out is

your way of fitting in,

because I need to look

pretty and flowey and

snatched and colorful but

I can also rock a goth look.

It makes me happy to pretend 

to be a woman from the comics.

It makes me happy.

And you deserve to be happy,

you work hard, you overthink

and baby that is ok because

you just want the best for you

and everyone around you and

you just want to put a smile

on people’s faces.

Baby I love you.

You’re a ball of light

How do I compare thee 

to a summer’s day type shit

Honey, you’ve got this.

Advocate Staff