" I have destroyed myself,

     I am addicted

     A whore,

    I have made myself look pretty,

    But I'm not,

    He tells me to stop,

    That I'm lying to myself,

    That I need self love,

    He calls me beautiful,

    Inside and out,

   I can't believe him,
   For I've known no other way,

    He's so innocent and caring,

    I'm use't to aggression and despair,

    I don't deserve him.

    "I'm just as bad as you are," he says, I
   Cuss at him,

    Calling him out on his lies.

   "I was at the bar to ya know? That's not good!" He begins.

   I look at him and see.

   He's not perfect either,

    Yet,

     He's stronger than I,

    And I need him,

    For balance,

       Closure,

     Confidence,

      Support,
   
     And even
        Love,

    I am not needed anymore.

    Not for sex,

    I never was,

    I was used
  
    I let myself be used,

   I needed him to show me,

   That there are other ways to be
       Needed

    Perhaps,

       He needed me also

     In some drastic way."

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