Maybe I just wasn't funny enough,
Or smart enough,
Or interesting enough,
Or pretty enough.
And yeah,
It hurt that you couldn't peel your eyes off her, for even a second,
But she was a rose in your eyes and I was just a weed.
And I knew that from the look in your eyes.
I wished that I was pretty enough to capture your eyes like I used to, but I couldn't.
And when someone's eyes finally gazed at me I felt as if I wasn't enough and that I could never enhance enough beauty inside and out to be someone's something anymore. That once they opened their eyes wider they'd find the roses surrounding me and think twice about me like you had.
But his eyes were wide open already.
It's just that your eyes saw something completely different in me; something boring but only because yours were searching for something else.
His eyes though, saw me ethereal.
His gaze made me feel intelligent, and captivating whereas yours gave the opposite.
To him I was an unloved flower that he held the love for, to you, I was a weed in your garden of roses.
And in the end I realised I was enough.
That just because his eyes saw something unwanted, doesn't mean that I was truly unneeded.
