Stomach churning, Hands shaking, Heart pounding, lips quivering, at the mention of your name. No matter how hard I pray I cannot say you want to be with me. Everyday I stand here wondering why I am not there with you. Then my insecurity reminds me that a beautiful face is something of importance to you, so I put on this fake face. I cry because I can not abide by the standards you set so so high. So as you see I can not be good enough for you, forever this will haunt my inner being for the love I was not allowed the chance to give you.
Not good enough
November 29, 2009