Self-love
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Being small, it is my mother and father
Being a little older, it is a boy who pulls my hair
Being old enough to attend high school, it is the boy who teaches me that love truly hurts
Being as old as I am now, it is myself.
Past love does not define
nor does it erase the hurt I felt
But I am so glad I have the cards I have been dealt
Because without the struggle
I would not have ever found that I am worth more than double
And though loving you was more than divine
I would much rather be kind
And love myself more so my heart will never, ever be entwined
With love that showers more so than shines.