It's me, not you.

All my past relationships have ended, this one feels as if its on the rocks. and it is definitely my fault.

I am not enough for me, 

How am I enough for you?

I fail at my own desires, 

Tell me how you hope I could meet yours?

I do not mean to doubt your words, 

Or to call you out on lies, that don't exist. 

But I find myself doubting what you say is your truth,

A truth so unreal to my mind,

my soul,

my body.

I seem untrusting of you.

But carnival magic plays with what you see, and what you think you know about me.

It's all in my head,

The cliché is true,

I'd swear by my life, and my last dying breath. 

It is wholeheartedly me, 

And was never, ever, you. 

Author's Note

Just written, no real thought put into it. Written in a total of about 5 mins, so is probably rubbish. But let me know what you think. And thanks for reading. :)

Reviews

[Briscottin]

Very enjoyable piece, but very sorrowful. I connect with it, because sometimes this is how I feel, so I appreciate this piece a lot. Great job

[Thekevman]

Good write, highly enjoyed. I wish I was a magician, so I knew the insides and outs of the carnival magic