She’s never the girl you’d first notice
or, you actually wont notice her in a crowd
She’s never the kind you’d give a second look at
or stare at while she passes you by
She’s not the kind people talk about, or even dream about
She’s ordinary, too much, you come to think she’s worthless
You leave her behind, because you think it’s okay
She’s not hard to let go of
She’s not a big hole in your world
You don’t see her as a strong person, but enough to handle being let down, or taking rejects, and feeling unloved
She’s too hard to understand, so you don’t try
She can make your spare time okay, but not the type you’d spend it all with
She’s too nice, you think
Too sweet, too kind, you still haven’t seen her get mad
And it amazes you, but you feel it’s all too soft and safe. Not the fire you’d put your hands on. Not the wave you can ride on.
In a week’s time, you go from wanting her, to ignoring her
Her hands are far too fragile to hold,
her waist, your arms cannot form the puzzle with because it is too curved
You assume she’s used to all the things you make her feel. You must not be the only one.
But this is because you’re the reason she sees the same to herself
you’re the reason why she can pick herself up, but carries scars from wounds your words created
she can walk by herself, but have layers of discomfort from the times you made her feel she’s never enough.
So this is how you see her, and this is how you’re not worthy for her.