Entitled to Love

Your perfection intimidates me

The illusion that I put forth

Just to feel adequate

Slowly slips each time I take a gaze in your direction. 

It is impossible to ignore and imposssible to compare,

To think about and not despair.

Is it even true?

Was i even made for you?

Your innocence floats with the wind and

beems out of you in the beautifully encouraging words you never run out of. 

Do I deserve you...?

Yes, I do.

Please, never run out on me. 

Never see me for what I really am. 

Dont peel back any more layers

There will be nothing left. 

Nothing but this love.