In Your Eyes

Sometimes I forget
why I am how I am
until you jog my memory.

You were supposed to be
the man who would love me
like I deserve.

But still after all these years,
you are still the reason
for my insecurities.

I talk and you ignore me.
I try to make you proud,
but you scold me
when I’m not perfect.

I will never be good enough;
you will never love me
for me.

And I will never find that love
elsewhere because I will look
for men like you who are
incapable of showing love.

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