I’ve never felt good enough.
For the people I chase.
Waiting for someone to love me is like searching for a river in a hot, burning desert.
Feeling the sun hit my face every time you notice me.
Feeling the painful burn of the sand hitting my body. All over.
I started to think about you more and more, until your name is burned into my mind like a steel iron.
I over-analyze every conversation, reciting it word by word,
Praying I said the right thing.
But I didn’t.
And soon you started to get annoyed by me.
I always know when I’m not wanted
But I stayed.
Yearning for the day you would come to me with all your misery.
You slowly detached from me, as if I were last nights clothing.
Throwing me in a basket,
And leaving me there,
Wondering when you were gonna wear me again.
I never felt good enough.
Even though I gave you my soul, you returned the favor by asking for my body.
You called me beautiful,
But you didn’t mean it.
It’s always a cycle with you.
Around and around again.
Like each girl is just “the next one”
The funny thing is, until now, I never realized you are not good enough.
You are not good enough for my soul, heart, or happiness
You pulled me down as if I were an anchor.
I thought if I lost you my smile would be stolen from my face and replaced with a blank canvas.
But my smile remained.
Turns out I’m good for the right person.
And that person isn’t you.