It’s a well known fact to me.
I am not right for anyone.
There are too many faults in my stars.
There are too many discrepancies.
There is no “to the moon and back”
When deficiencies are all encompassing.
I feel terrible for anyone who thinks
They have fallen in love with me.
Because they have not.
I am just an idea to them.
Embodied by immense imperfections.
Encroached by anxiety and panic.
I fall in love, just like you.
But reciprocation will always begin
Just to end.