Love in Poetry

Those much smarter than me say that you have to love yourself before you can love anyone else 
But this never sat right with me 
How can this be true, if I've never experienced love, how can I know what love really is?
And love can't work like that, love shows up when you least expect it. 
It's not for the perfect, it's not just for those who have it all figured out,
No, it's simply for those who choose it 
And it's fucking messy, and up and down, 
And sometimes it's through love, through loving someone else, that we learn to our love ourselves 
I believe this, and you can call me naive, you can call me dumb 
But how do I heal until somebody sees my scars?
How do I feel better until somebody loves me enough to ask me how I am?
But it definitely does require a choice 
You need to choose to love someone even though you don't have it all figured out,
You need to choose to love while you grow, because if they make you feel safe, then anything is possible 
And that's when the fear subsides, and that's when the healing can begin 
But no love is not for those who have it all figured out 
Love is for the broken, love is for those who struggle, love is for those who seeks shelter in the night