i’m not good enough, not good enough, never good enough.

i’ll never be something you want or need.

i’m just me.

i’m just.

and even if i couldn’t,

i wish you were just happy.

i just wonder if it’s not me, it’s you.

if you were whole, could you love me?

but it’s like i’m screaming and you can’t hear me. 

i could be so fucking good to you. i could take you on dates and twirl you around and sweep you off your feet. i could hold you when you’re sad and laugh with you when you’re happy. i could kiss you. 

if you’d let me.

but no matter what i do, you won’t think of me like that. you’ll think of him and every random person on the street but when it comes to me

i 

 guess

     i’m

        not 

            good

               enough.

you haven’t given me a chance. how can you call me beautiful and think i’m just so great and yet you don’t wanna give this a shot? 

why can’t you love me?

i don’t think i’ll ever understand.