Enormity
How I'm drawn to you.
How I used to love you, yet
you never loved me.
Am I mean?
Do you find my idiosyncrasies ugly?
Is my complexion only the hard make-up of what I try to cover up?
Or is it simply I'm not good enough?
I know what you are.
Behind the football pads and peach skin:
Your a liar.
I'm your anesthetic.
Your lies like the drug you use,
used to pull me in.
Undeniable gravity.
I can't take it anymore.
I'm not the man on the moon.
I'm not happy.
So I dare to say:
I'm not good enough.
___________________________ This to me, feels more like a spew of emotions put into poem form. Help?

