3 times a day I try to say I love you into the mirror

Almost as if trying to convince myself

The therapist on Instagram says that self-love’s easy to obtain 

“You just gotta love yourself, you know?”

Hah. If I didn’t know I wouldn’t be looking for a therapist on Instagram.

but again i try it, 

I love you, I love you, I love you

The words are bitter in my mouth

But i’ve begun to notice little things about myself 

About the girl in the mirror

The girl who smiles when she’s anxious and sings when she’s alone 

The girl who writes random songs in Spanish about food that she loves 

“ La Vida no tiene sentido, si no te tengo cerca de mi”, calling it a love song even if her love is just mochi ice cream

And I think back to that Instagram therapist

Laughing in spite of the fact 

That maybe she did have a point for the cure to the empty I love you’s 

I love you, I love you, I love you