You see I was never sure
Not sure if what I give would be enough
If what I have is too much
Not sure because  if I can't accept myself
How can I accept someone else
When all I see in myself are flaws
How will I despise the flaws of others
How I so needingly try to find something to complete my hollow center
When that something is right infront of me
But the illusions he portrays to me
Are not the ones I want to see
How it be so unfair on him that I can't make up my mind
Make a decision
Or choose him.
Whether it be me or him
It's me that doesn't know what I want
As a wilted petal amongst the leaves so unsuringly unravels itself
to move further away
from the leaves that give it oxygen
Just so it can gain space
While losing strength from what it had before space was an option