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I was used and abused

by the men of my past,

but you cared about me

for more than just for my body.



Here I was thinking that

you saw me only as a sex object,

yet I was the one

who was objectifying you!



Will you ever forgive me?



Will you ever accept

my never-ending apologies

for not seeing things as they were

and only how they used to be?



I’ll never forgive myself

for not realizing what I had

until I lost it.



I kept you around because

you told me I was a good person

although I saw no good in myself.



I wanted you beside me

because you made me feel happy,

but I had no intention

of returning the favor.  



Here I was hating you all this time,

but you were the only one

who saw me for who I could be,

not for who I was.