I turned to face you.
And you were already looking at me.
My breath hitched.
My vision blurred
To protect me
From the blinding radiance of your beauty
The glow of pale pink in your cheeks.
I smiled and turned away.

I hate what we are.
How we can't be more.
This is the worst its felt in a while.
With me falling hard
And you feeling sorry for me.
It's not the first time it's happened.
I shouldn't be this forlorn.
But the way I feel about you
Is something stronger than what I've felt before.

I'm sorry I'm not what you want.
All I want is to be good enough for you.
But I'm not.
I'm just...
I'm so sorry.