Nothing I ever did was good enough for you
Surprise visits
Unexpected gifts
Handwritten cards I’d mail with a kiss
The scent of my perfume on the envelope
My finest cursive written within
My sole purpose was to make you happy
My heart’s content to make you smile
You didn’t believe my actions were genuine
Trapped in the sense of being undeserving
Allowing your subconscious to tear you down
Tale after tale
Pushing me astray
Ruining us deliberately
Instead of letting faith play its role
You drove me away with your denial
Your mission now accomplished
I fell out of love with you
Another shattered heart I have to mend
Bitter heartache is the release of being freed
I had to let you go
Nothing I could tell you would make you believe,
You are worthy of me.
How is it that people always tell me I am too good for them or that they do not deserve me? Why do we settle for less or equal when we could have more? Low Self Esteem gets the best of too many.