Someone like me

I can see you from over here behind the greenery,
grasping the scent of caffeine with your every breath.
You acknowledge the presence of each individual
as they inject the drug into their craving blood.
We catch an inquiring glimpse for the slightest second,
but the curiosity fades and my own insecurities grow.
Understanding that I am not capable of being loved,
I loath myself for considering the possibility.
I wonder what she's like, the girl that holds your heart
that I desire to hold in my own hands.
She must be so different than I, so beautiful and radiant.
For the slightest moment I wonder,
am I worthy of happiness? contentment? love?
We catch a second glance,
this time for a few moments longer.
I can feel my flaws radiating through my skin,
so much that I begin to feel myself struggle to breathe.
I pick up my things and walk through the door without looking back.
For someone like me, will never achieve such affection.

Author's Note

constructive criticism?

Reviews

[Chris38]

It's a great piece and I like the way you make drinking coffee sound like they're in a drugs den. I could say it doesn't flow but to me that isn't important, our thoughts are often jumbled and unformed and don't flow neatly onto a page.