We Did
I guess I didn't know how to love
myself.
The things you said you saw...
I always did think you were delusional.
For I am not beautiful,
I am not worthy of
Want.
I am a cracked mirror, blurred around the edges
and I will never understand what you saw in my reflection.
But I loved you for it.
I loved you with all my broken parts and tried to make myself
Smoother, Better,
For I did not want to hurt you.
But hurt you I did.
And hurt me,
You did.
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