self love.

i prayed. i begged. i cried. 
to God.
“tell me what to do.”
“do what’s best.”
and that’s when you left.
you walked out of my life.
slowly…dragging out the pain.
and it was the best thing that could happen.
because if you would’ve stayed, i would’ve painted you into my life as my number one.

this whole time i thought i wasn’t good enough for you.
i’ve come to realize that i’m not. 
i am,
too much of a woman for you
too mature for you
too much love for you
too strong for you
too intelligent for you
too powerful for you
good enough doesn’t describe me.
i am holy. i am more than enough.

you weren’t.

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