thoughts weigh me down
onto the bathroom floor.
am i not enough for you?
do you need more than all i have?
all my swallowed sobs
and held-back tears
are let out as i think
of you, as i fantasise
about you caressing me
and telling me that i am enough.
but alas, those are fantasies.
they are only thoughts.
what is it,
that you are so unsatisfied
about me?
because i am willing to change
for you.
do i come off as desperate?
if so, i'm sorry.
i'm sorry for liking you so much.
i'm sorry for needing you so much.
i can't help myself.
i guess the right question
is not if i am good enough,
but rather,
why are you being like this?
i gave you my heart,
and you chewed and spat it out.
i gave you my body,
and you used it and threw it away.
i gave you my all,
and that isn't enough.
why?
your disgusting behaviour
is transparent to me
and all i see is your beauty,
your good points.
why can't you do the same?
why can't you think
that i
am good enough?
a/n: so if you're wondering about him changing for this person, i know.
he shouldn't change for someone.
but he's crazy for this person.
let him be.