I feel like a poem.

I feel like a poem. I’d love to love you. But,I also feel I might not be worthy enough. I’d be happy if you’re happy, even if someone else does make you happy. I feel like a poem sometimes I wonder if I am just a passerby in your story, watching from the sidelines, wishing I could be the reason you smile, but afraid to step too close and lose even the little moments I have with you. I feel like a poem. Trying to find the right lines, soft enough not to scare you, strong enough to show I care. I feel like a poem, written in quiet hopes, that one day you might read me, and see I meant only love.