I love you
despite all the awful things
you do
... to yourself,
... to your friends,
... even to me.

Despite
your words
that scar,
that hurt.

Despite the lies
you tell,
that I pretend to believe.

Despite the late nights
with the guys,
When you come home,
back to my bed,
reeking of her.

I love you,
despite the awful things
you do.

But I love myself
more than that.

- Hannah Jo, 2009

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