To him I was the stars.
But to me I was the vast, dark, empty space in between.
To him I was all he ever wanted
But to me there was a side to me I'd never let him see.
To him I was everything.
To me was was nothing.
He'd build me up.
So I'd try to stay up.
Instead I kept falling in the abyss of worthlessness.
I'd keep him up.
Make sure he knew I loved him.
And he'd convince me of the same.
To him I was loved
But to me it was never enough.
And now I see
I know he loved me.
To him I was hurting
And I suppose I was
To me I was undeserving of his love
But to him everyone was deserving of love.
And I believed his words
And he reminded me of my worth
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To: You ✔
PoetryA book of poetry. #739 poetry 1/16/19 #339 poem 1/29/19 Start date: 10/16/18 End date: 9/18/19