I wasn’t good enough for you. You were the king and I was the jester, you were the tree and i was the soil, you were the sun and I was the clouds.

I wasn’t good enough for you. You worked three jobs and I suffered with one, you had a 4.0 and I struggled to make a 3.5, you made friends and I made merely acquaintances.

I wasn’t good enough for you. I figured this out when the girls in your text messages became the girls in your bed, when “going to a friend’s house” meant “I will probably come home smelling like sex”, when “can I borrow a few dollars for food?” meant “I’m going to spend your own money on drinks for other girls”. I figured this out when you told me I couldn’t live up to your standards, when you told me I was the least of your priorities, when you told me the girls in your feed were prettier than me.

I wasn’t good enough for you when I ate everything on my plate, I wasn’t good enough for you when my pants didn’t zipper the first time I tried, I wasn’t good enough for you when you told me to lose weight or get out.

I wasn’t good enough for you when I walked in on you and her and I still wasn’t good enough for you when I walked out.

I wasn’t good enough for you because you weren’t good enough for me.

You weren’t good enough for me when you didn’t brush your hair in the morning, when you forgot your keys in your room for the third time this week, when you didn’t hold the door for the people behind you.

You weren’t good enough for me when I needed a hug and you said you’d rather cut your limbs off, boy do I wish you’d cut your limbs off.

You weren’t good enough for me when I finally realized my worth and you laughed in my face when I told you you don’t deserve me.

You weren’t good enough for me when I needed a companion, not a child. When I needed emotional support, not a bully. When I needed the person of my dreams, not a nightmare.

You weren’t good enough for me because I was more than enough for you.