I loved me.
I loved my hair.
I loved my clothes.
I loved my body.
I loved my voice.
I loved my hands and feet.
I loved myself.
Then I found you.
I loved you and I loved you and I loved you.
You loved me.
I thought you loved me.
You said you loved me.
You loved my body.
You loved...your body.
My body wasn't mine when you were there.
You took my body.
You changed my body.
You changed my brain.
I trusted you. You made me trust you.
Then you left.
You left me, and with you, took my love.
You took my love for me.
You took my love for my hair.
My clothes.
My body.
My voice.
My hands and feet.
Myself.
I couldn't love myself again.
Not after you.
I hate me.
I hate my hair.
I hate my clothes.
I hate my body.
I hate my voice.
I hate my hands and feet.
I hate myself.
Then I found myself.
And the cycle begins again.
