I'm the safety net.
I'm the fall back on,
Backup plan.

I used to always think it was them.
I thought I hadn't done anything wrong.
I believed that they were the ones missing out.

But now I know.
Now I know that it was me *the whole time.

Why can't I do something right for once in my life?
Why can't I be good enough for you?

Why can't you say you're proud?
Just a pat on the back.
Just one little  'nice work.'

Once.
All I'm asking for is once.
It'd mean so much to me if just one time,
You could make me feel like a priority,
Not an inconvenience.

Tonight
it's foggy
and I'm
nostalgic for things
that haven't yet
happened.

What would you do if I kissed you,
Would you return the gesture?
And when we pull away,
Would you lock your fingers between mine,
Stare deeply into my eyes,
And tell me how you feel?





Probably not.

If I kissed you,
You'd draw back.
And when you got away,
We'd never speak again.

There are thoughts,
Swirling around in my head,
Meaningful things,
That I left unsaid.