What if I’m never good enough
for those I adore?
I see wonders in a new face:
ensnared by her
and warm heart.
captivated by an overwhelming,
her flaws are not signs of weakness
but are battle scars of resilience.
I see perfection, beaming from a face,
who, through it all,
does her best to stay positive.
Insecurities? Please. She has no need for them:
the deepest core of her being irradiates those nearest,
penetrating their souls, almost killing them
Her kindness is a cancer that mends
rather than tear apart.
Awakening every cell in my body
to her pure, loving heart.
Above all, she does not know of this power
and humility makes her
But what if she never sees me this way in return?
I’ve never been that adored:
Will I ever be?
I’m always the one who sees
the best in the other-
who is left mouth agape
when she gives up on me.
I love hard; perhaps I care too much
and grip too tightly.
So I ask
What if I’m never good enough?
Forced to live in a cycle of rejuvenating love
and fatal heartbreak.
Always the same outcome:
she doesn’t care about me
as much as I do for her.
How do I explain
I’d drink any poison for her?