My phone's lying on the floor,
again.
And I'm purposely ignoring it,
due to the fear burning inside me,
of which continues to light itself.

Because a part of me knows what I want,
and the other part is my ******* heart,
telling me over and over again.
"No, it's this you want."

Because you are probably talking,
to someone much better than I'll ever be,
and I am probably annoying you.

But for some reason, I can't tell myself,
"no that's enough for now"

Your not perfect, but your **** close enough.