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Loving Yourself

With Just a Little Help

By Heather CulbertsonPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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What is it called when you

Are inspired by another,

And their words are pure

Poetry gifting your ears?

Do not tell me it is love

Because the last time

I was “loved,” it only left

My cheeks stained with tears.

I am consumed by

the positivity around me,

And there are no goals I have

Reached more important than this.

I have learned to love myself

More with each coming day

And it is all because of that

First exciting kiss.

You did not know the impact

That you would soon have on me

And I know there is no way

That you could.

For we met in a moment

That was unknown and rare.

It was unexpected finding you,

But I feel I always knew I would.

I knew that somewhere out there,

A man like you existed,

But still I wasted my time

on those who only failed me.

I knew what I deserved,

Yet for some reason I still chose

Men who never saw what I

Saw in them: never-ending beauty.

You saved me more than

You could ever know

And it is almost impossible

To fathom that thought.

That a once stranger met

In a crowded bar was capable

Of filling a hole that in my

Heart, God knows I could not.

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About the Creator

Heather Culbertson

Living my life by telling stories--even the ones that hurt.

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