Loving Yourself
With Just a Little Help
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.
About the Creator
Heather Culbertson
Living my life by telling stories--even the ones that hurt.
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