i know you could never love me

not with the way that i bring rain upon sunny days

and storms into my own eyes

i know you could never love me

when i refuse to even love myself

at the end of the day, when all is said and done

the truth is,

you won't even think of me at all

even as you,

follow me into my dreams and linger

like a forgotten memory

i am not beautiful

special

perfect

or smart

i, am nothing

and you, are everything

which is why, you could never love me at all

after all,

why pick weeds

when you can have roses?