You blind person, Is that me or is that you?

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Notes:

This poem is to do with the 'Philautia' type of love, with a twist.

I'm not too sure if this is about love, more like not accepting the love of themselves. 

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How could I love you?

How could I love you?

I barely love myself,

yet you want my love?


I don't see,

what you see in me.

You must be blind,

for I am not lovable!

For how can you love me?

When I can barely love myself?


My sunken eyes,

my dreadful thoughts,

my disfigured body,

how do you love it?


You blind foolish person,

you do not love me.

You can't!

For, I do not love myself.


You are a blind person

But is that person you,

or is it me?

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