I wrote this poem in July of 2022.
I used to water my roots with the supposed love of others
their compliments, their energy made me whole
but eventually they’d tired of being my water, my earth
my everything and leave
And I was left once again incomplete-
until one day I learned to water my roots with my tears,
my strength, my self-love
And now my growth and potential are infinite
Life on the BPD 
I followed your link here from a WritersLift tweet. Good little poem which obviously means a lot to you. The words are invested with urgency as a result of the feeling you put into them. A poem of personal growth many could identify with.
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