How am I supposed to love others as I love myself,

If I do not love me?

Some people wonder why and how I still love people after they hurt me 

over and over again. 

The anwser is simple:

I have so much love left to give because I cannot figure out how to apply love to myself.

It's always like a coat of cheap nail polish; it peels right back off. 

I never stop loving someone, and I will never leave them for good.

I may leave momentarily, 

but only as if to remind them that one is to walk on the floor, not other people.

...

some times I leave myself momentarily,

...

does that mean that I love myself as well?