Dear person,
Who can never love.
This poem is not about you,
although I wish to say,
When does one begin,
to feel above as so below
that kind of reminds me of you.
Im just here
not because of this,
but because I resisted life
I was stubborn
I wanted to love
but I didn't love myself.
and I didn't see that
all this time.
and now I am smarter
I soon realized
Loving yourself
Isn't all that bad
and I give unexplainable gratitude,
for seeing myself in you.
- Always
W.P.
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