I hope one day you don't decide <br />that I was just a waste of time. <br />I think you think <br />that's what I'll do; <br />that eventually I'll get tired of you. <br />Truth is, I'm scared <br />that I'll disappoint you. <br />It's easier for me <br />to complain about you <br />than it is to say <br />what makes me afraid of you. <br />Well, I'm afraid I'm not pretty enough, <br />tall enough <br />small enough <br />blond enough <br />fun enough <br />sane enough <br />sweet enough <br />neat enough <br />good enough; <br />for you. <br />And it's hard for me <br />to tell you this at all. <br />I don't like being vulnerable; <br />but most of the time, <br />I'm surprised you still call. <br />I don't know what it is <br />that keeps you around, <br />but whatever I've got, <br />I hope it never runs out. <br />So don't pay me attention <br />when I bitch and complain <br />I just get tired of you <br />being constantly amazing. <br />Every now and then <br />I need to take you down a peg. <br />Unless you're too good to be true.<br /><br />Violet Winters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/too-good-to-be-true-16/
