All of us girls have met him. The package: handsome, kind, smart, charming. And then, to our surprise and honor, he pays attention to us. He is nice to us. Listens to us. Of course we are enamored and we begin to believe we have a chance at winning the "trophy". And then it slowly dawns on us that he was just being nice. A friends. We are not what he's looking for. He is the subject of this poem.
Again written 10 years ago. My self esteem has improved considerably so don't feel too sorry for me. :)
A Little More Beautiful
We talked the other day and you smiled when I laughed.
You listened to every word I said
With your eyes
With your heart
I truly believed that I was worthy of you.
I’ve never really felt that way before.
All my life I have wanted to be some other person.
Everyone else seemed to be much more
You made me believe that I was valuable
And that is when she walked into the door.
I’ll never measure up to you or the fantasy you are waiting for.
You’ll always be on the tip of my heart and slightly out of reach.
Close enough to see your inner beauty but so far you escape my closing fingers.
It makes me want to be someone a little more beautiful.