She is me and I am her

I've never known love because I've never truly loved myself!

I found that I always settled for people that were not even half of what I was!

I let people who were not even half of me have a piece of me!

I unconsciously always discarded the better choice for what was exciting;
Almost every single time like clock work!

I never carried myself the way I should have!
Because I didn't truly understand what I was or what I deserved!

I sold myself short for sweet words from unsuitable strangers!
Because I'd not discovered who are I truly was!

I was looking at love in all the wrong places;
That I forgot to nurture it where it should have really been blossoming to begin with!

I never have loved myself the way I should!
Otherwise I wouldn't have been settling for all the things I did!

I grew up with so much love but I forgot it so easily
Just for the cheap thrills of temporary lust and bliss!

I never truly loved because I'm just starting to love what I see in the mirror!
I'm starting to forgive and take better care of myself!

I'm starting over and doing everything right because for once I'm ready to love rightly!
I've fallen in love with the most wonderful person in the world!

She deserves the very best and she'll never settle for less! Ever!
The world is there for her taking!

She is me and I am her!

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