I am not enough.
Not enough for myself, or for them.
Not enough for this world.
Not enough for a friend.
But especially not enough for you.
Not enough for your love.
Not enough for all you do.
Not enough for your smile.
Not enough for your laugh.
Not enough for the nothing you lack.
Undeserving, and selfish as hell.
If only you could see me that well.
Then maybe you could be free.
From this mess I have made.
From this mess that is me.
From the commitment I impose on you.
From the bars I hold you behind.
From the constant presence I hold on your mind.
You say I captivate you, but this must be a lie.
I wait every day, every hour, for you to say goodbye.
You've made fewer mistakes in your lifetime than I do in a day.
I know I am not beautiful, no matter what you say.
All these things I know, and still I stay here.
Unable to leave with you so excruciatingly near.
So I am not enough for myself, or for them.
Not enough for this world.
Not enough for a friend.
But you are so much more than enough for me.
Like quenching your thirst with all the water in the sea.
Like wishing for a new car only to sprout a pair wings.
Like being given a key with the ability to unlock limitless things.
You are not convinced of this, a fact which I cannot believe.
You see yourself as a pretty face, looks can deceive.
I have never put much stock in looks, it is the person beneath who draws me in.
Though I knew my place was not with you, I did not hesitate to commit the sin.
But together, perhaps, though it may be tough…
Could more and less be enough?
Undeserving as I may be, could it be possible you need me?
Like magnetic charges, could we cancel each other out?
And leave behind the 'enough' we both seem to doubt?
I am not enough, but maybe with you I can be.
Maybe magnificent you needs little, insignificant me…
