I used to believe that no matter how fucked up I was, I would still meet the right person for me; that even if I couldn't love myself, someone would do it for me. Now I understand why all the boys I loved before broke my heart. Now I know why they didn't stay to keep on loving someone like me.
They all left because I gave all the love I had and didn't spare anything for myself. It was beyond bliss, of course, to love someone so much and be loved back. I gave all my light– my sun, moon and stars. I gave everything because I thought it would be enough to make them stay. I poured into them all the best in me and leave myself with my worst demons. I thought loving someone meant I could only give off the pleasant and beautiful things I could offer. I thought I was not allowed to disappoint them; to hurt them; to fail them. I thought I was not allowed to show them how fucked up I was, so I kept it to myself instead. My body became Hades' world and he ruled inside with all the parts of me that didn't deserve Zeus' kingdom.
I used to believe that people would not see my sadness if I give them happiness. I used to believe that the persons I love would not know how broken I am inside if I love them wholeheartedly. I was wrong. They eventually saw that they were with someone so unloveable; someone so empty. They left me and found another who never lost the fire; someone who never lost herself.
See? No one would stay if you empty yourself for other people. No one would love you if you wouldn't love yourself first. It's time to let go of that flaw; of that insecurity; of that fear; of that nightmare; of everything that's keeping you from celebrating your best self. It's time to let the sun shine inside you and for sure, the planets would turn to orbit around you for their dear life.