you tell me that you've never felt good enough for anyone,
that there was always going to be a better boy out there
for a girl who was always going to be too good for you.
but you're wrong.
i want to tell you differently.
i want to tell you that when it comes down to it -
to you and me,
it's different.
it's me.
i am not good enough.
but instead, i stay silent.
i'm sorry.
i'm selfish this way.
let me hold onto you a little while longer.
let me love you a little more.
let me pretend you love me too.
just until you come to the realisation
that i have set upon months ago.
