Sometimes I miss being loved

But then I remember

That love is unconditional

And your love for me was selfish

Conditional

And then I don’t miss being “loved” at all

It held me tethered to the seafloor

Some movement to and fro

A dynamic equilibrium

Fairly stable

When the anchor unhooked itself

I was left drowning in the currents

Waves of self pity and insecurity

But slowly

I was able to steady myself without the anchor

The thing I thought I needed

Was only weighing me down