I'm good enough,
I don't care what you say,
I'm proud of what,
I accomplished today.

I tried my best,
which makes me feel good,
I did much better,
than I thought I could.

Why do you criticize
and make me feel small?
Does it feel better,
when I stumble and fall?

Well, I'm here to tell you,
that I wont let your words hurt.
Because when I fall,
I'll just pick myself up from the dirt.

i feel like a fool
proposing my heart to you

i was loving the moon

so exquisite
as she dangled above me
pinning my vulnerable self
beneath her

locking me down
with a sinful gaze
watching as i
slowly come undone

and when i thought
she had taken
what she came here for
she stayed
and listened to my nightly laments
offering solace to my silly angst

but by morning
she was gone
visiting other lonely, pathetic souls
offering them the same pleasure
she gifted me the night before
making them feel as special as i

and by dusk
she'd return again
as if she had never left at all
taking me for a fool
and maybe, just maybe
she might be right after all

and when you said
someone like stacy
was your cup of tea
with a glistening look
like you longed for her embrace
with the brightest grin
etched broadly on your face
i wondered what it would've been like
to be brewed to your taste