I used to believe that it was me.

That I was broken.

I used to believe that I was the reason you left; that I was too dark to be loved.

That I deserved to be left behind.

I used to believe it was me!

I looked in the mirror everyday and I cried praying to God that he fix me.

Thinking that there was something wrong.

Praying to God that he would make me worthy of your love.

I used to believe it was me!

Until one day my eyes opened up, and I realized it was you the broken one.

Roaming this world trying to find your purpose, the reason to be alive.

Wondering if you are worthy of love, wondering if you are enough,

Not seeing that I loved you to infinity and beyond, through the darkness, through it all, I saw your light!

I used to believe it was me!

It destroyed my heart.

Yet, it continues to beat hard telling me to not give up because self love is better than any other love.