I
look at
myself and
wonder if I'm
someone you desire to
talk to.
Do you look at me and
feel a
need to
know more?
I
struggle for the
objectivity to
decide this for myself but it won't come.
I
want to
talk to you but what if I'm not
someone that
excites you?
What if I can't make you
laugh?
Should I just admire you from here and imagine what it would be like to hold you? Should I pretend you stare into my eyes with trust and affection?
I don't feel like I could ever deserve someone like you.
I don't think I could ever hold someone like you.
You're as unreal as a dream to me.
You're far from possible for me to love.
I'm not enough for you, am I?
I want you to see something in me. I want it to be there.
I'm not even worth a glance.
To you, I don't even exist.
I have this moment to worship you and soon it will pass.
I don't have the courage to make you see me.
I will imagine the sensation of your lips and the feel of your hair.
I will pretend that something stands out about me and you just have to talk to me.
I will envision how much you smile while I talk to you.
I will see the interest in your eyes.
I hold you close and share myself with you.
I look down and see our hands intertwined.
I see you go away.
I leave here knowing that you didn't see me.
I leave knowing that there was no reason you should have.