Secure with my Insecurities
i'm sure that i'm insecure. Can you blame me? Can you blame me that I know you've been with better, prettier, or more experienced? It stings a bit, to know I'm almost just like the rest. My presence truly holds no significance. Ten years from now, will you be saying "oh man, i remember her." Unfortunately, I know you won't be. You'll probably hear my name, and it'll ring a bell, but will you get a small flutter? Or even smirk a bit at the tender sound of my name? I don't delude myself by saying that i'm not special since I'm unable to be your first anything, but god, maybe you deserve better. Or maybe I do.

I'm sorry, that I cannot be you're better. As much as I hope I could be, I cannot.

I'm sorry.