I am not me.

The hard truth of my thoughts:
I could never be loved.
Wanted maybe,
But never for long.
Never in the way
People drink hot chocolate
While watching the stars.
I am too slow,
Yet gone from lives too quickly.
Sometimes I read names and
Imagine,
What if I met someone who could love me?
Will he be everything I dreamed?
Could he stay with me forever?
Then I catch myself falling:
Flowers may die,
And I will remain
Forever
Alone.