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He loves me

and

He loves her.

But the truth of the matter is,

she will never love him like I do.

How can you love more than one person?

I’ll never truly understand.

It doesn’t make sense.

Fear of the unknown reminds me

that I am nothing special;

I don’t believe the lies

When he tells me I’m His,

And He still chooses me.

…He chooses her.

At the end of the day,

we will never be the same.

She’s more talented.

She’s more adventurous.

Everyone adores her.

What does that mean for me?

I am beyond repair.

I can’t escape the constant feeling that

I will never truly be loved for simply being me.

But sweet sweet lies fill my head that

he lights up my world.

When I’m with him,

He sees me.

He sits with me.

He’s patient with me.

And yet,

I want to be her.

He says he will always fight for me but

I’m so unworthy;

The unwelcomed feeling of rejection waits nearby as I think about how

He loves her.

and

He loves me.

History proves that even when I don’t love myself,

He shows me what it means to be truly cherished.

But when I’m with him,

I know I can’t compete.

And it’s easier to hide safe and snug with my anxieties.

I mean, she’s the life of the party.

She’s naturally gifted in everything she does.

Everyone adores her!

My life was never like hers.

I am ordinarily plain.

I am underwhelmingly common.

But I feel like I can’t escape this feeling that

when I’m with him, I feel safe;

I see the promise of brighter days.

She never saw a future with him.

What exactly does he see in her?

I wish I knew;

and I know I’ll never be like her.

She despises him

and yet, he still chases her.

She will never love him like I do

But the fact of the matter is,

He died for her.

And

He died for me.

(Now read it in reverse order)