Loving Yourself
Loving someone is difficult,
but maybe it's because I don't love myself quite yet.
I've had my heart ripped to pieces,
torn out and stitched together over and over again,
constanly crying out for someone to mend the broken peices together.
That was my problem.
I was waiting for someone to fix my own problems.
Im done with making excuses for myself and the men Ive met along the way.
I deserve the entire world,
and I'll give that to myself.
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