It's as if his eyes can see deep into my soul.
They make me wonder, "Am I good enough?"
He is immaculate and I am flawed
He is confident and I am anxious and insecure
He is caring and I am a misanthropic alcoholic loner
Our ways are too divergent and I am too rudimentary for him.
I am not,
Nor will I ever be,
"Good enough"
Not for him,
Not for anyone.