A Poem to Myself When I Feel Bad About Being Single
Never forget your worth.
Your worth is determined by one person,
and one person only...
You.
Not a friend.
Not a relative.
Not a stranger.
Not a partner.
Just...
You.
You are the only item in the store
that nobody can put a price tag on.
Simply because
you are not relished
by a romantic partner,
does not mean
you cannot relish
in yourself.
Single does not mean unlovable.
Single does not mean un-wantable.
Single only means single.
Remember that,
and never forget it.
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Matt Martin
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