He
Loves me.
I don't know
How, but he made
Me love myself as well.
He cares about me.
I thank him
For being
There.
He
Tells me
He loves me.
What does he see?
I see strong, because that's
What he made me
See. I finally
Know the
Reason.
He
Wants me
To love him.
I want to, too.
But I can't bring myself
To love him the
Way he wants
To be
Loved.
He
Made me
Realize how strong
I can someday become.
He made me love myself,
And for that I
Love him too.
I really
Do.
I
Love him,
But not the
Way he deserves to
Be loved. He needs someone
Who can love him
In the way he's
Always loved
Me.
~Via
Thank you. I know this is hard, but you've helped me in ways I cannot begin to describe. You were there. You were always, always there.
I can never be enough. You might say that I am, but I know you deserve better.
You'll find her someday. I know you will.
You wanted me to fall in love with you. Instead, you did help me fall in love. With my imperfections.
With my anomalies.
With my flaws.
You made me fall in love with myself.
Thank you for that.
• • •
Here's a little reminder that everything will get better. Keep changing someone's life, every day. Throw around compliments, make someone smile. When your day is Ebony, remember that there is an Ivory out there too. You're just not looking at the situation from a different perspective.
YOU ARE READING
Ivory
Poetry❝Ebony and Ivory live together in perfect harmony.❞ We can complain about roses having thorns, or we can be happy about thorns having roses. Storms don't last forever. Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see a shadow. A story needs a vi...
