Not being perfect
Day in, and day out…
Almost every hour, I think of you….
What’s wrong with me, just me?
What don’t you see?
I envy her, because she gets you.
I envy her for the way you look at her, touch, and caress her.
I want to be in her shoes, in your arms….
I want to be held by you forever.
Why am I not enough for you?
Is there something that I am lacking?
No, that’s not it, because I am me,
And that is all I can be.
No, I am not perfect, or perfect for you,
But, I am me, and just me, is just enough for me to do.
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