Her angel

For awhile I thought she made him beautiful  But his beauty was always there and it is why I cared for him so much she didn't change a thing she was like makeup  amplifying the best features  while I only brought out the worst. I wanted him so bad  but never thought about if he wanted me  played a game with my heart but it my fault because I sold it I understood when you told me you weren't ready and I understand better when I see you are ready  just not with me I don't believe in god but I believe you're her angel and if I can't be saved I'm glad someone can.

This poem is about: 
Me

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