Will you always expect me to love you, even when I find it hard to love myself sometimes?
Do you expect me to be good to you, when I’m bad to myself?
Do you expect me to be kind to you, when I’m angry at myself?
When I’m looking off into your distant horizon, I’m not being cold; my thoughts are not on standby. Sometimes I’m hard to understand because I don’t understand why I deserved you when I think you deserved so much more, so much better than me.
I relentlessly question the greater power as to why they have cursed me with such a beautiful soul. What have I done that made me worthy?
Is this the plan? To make me fall so deep, make me cling my hopes and dreams to them and watch them unhook my anchor as I’m falling 10,000 feet in the air?
Do you want me to feel betrayal and the pointy shards of my broken heart, this dry and overworn artefact? Do I need to be broken again to learn what I failed to learn the first time around?
Do I fear failing so much that I won’t bother to try? I won’t bother to see how beautiful you smile when the Sun is shining behind you.
It’s all a state of mind.
What makes me not worthy than the next person? I want to share my hopes and dreams with a beautiful soul; I want to belong with someone.
I mean no disrespect to the stars, but you have seen me weak and you have seen the way I weep. You have seen when I’m not a man and you have seen how quick I crumble like sand.
Please don’t take her away from me, even if I’m not worthy.