Monday, January 21, 2013

Love Yourself

A girl met a boy, and she loved him more than 
moonlight
and the starry sky, 
more than 
the changing seasons, 
or oversized sweaters
more than 
Polaroid's, and postcards, 
old type writers, or record players,
concert tickets, and the 
highlighted text in her favorite novels 
She had come to love everything he was 
and everything she made him into.
Her heart swelled as the days passed by, 
she was so full of love, and hope that she forgot to do
what so many forget to do.
She forgot to leave room to lover herself

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