I feel ugly
but you tell me I’m not.
And today I believe you,
but I can’t guarantee
tomorrow that I will.
How do we reconcile
Those realities?
If beauty were universal,
I would hope to see myself
in a mirror that reflects me
the way others see me;
unburdened by the
blemishes that only I
seem to see.
I love you.
But I don’t love myself.
So I can’t accept your love.
And that breaks my heart.
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