I sit in bed
My head flooded with images of you
You

With your curly brown hair and gorgeous, deep eyes
With your love of coffee and adoration for music

How you play the guitar
How you'd always make me laugh

And last but certainly not least
That smile

I have fallen hard for you and I fear I will not escape the never ending pit

Yet I am not good enough
Not for you
I'm imperfect compared to your cheeky smiles and sense of humor

I'm nothing
Yet you are everything to me

I find myself, soft tears slowly exuding
Because I realize that what I speak is truth,
At least to me

I'm imperfect and you will never love me
I fear...

Every doubt tears me up inside and it's hard to control self deprecation
It takes over me

And I fall into a deep sleep

*Alone