Her

The thing about her 

was her power to love.

She never saw herself,

but she saw others.

Always willing to give love,

but rarely gave it to herself.

In the act of trying to love everyone else,

she was losing herself.

Wondering, why couldn't she give herself

the love she so willingly gave away?

They say in order to be loved, 

you must love yourself.

But she was trying to love herself

through the love of another.

This poem is about: 
Me

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