I can feel your grasp on my fingers slipping away

You’re leaving.

I don’t have the words to make you stay, or the actions to match

The light you brought into my life is going out

Flickering like a bulb in the basement of a horror movie

I could never compare to her/them

I was never beautiful enough

Too soft-spoken. Not outgoing. My introverted nature never satisfied

My mind could not appease your expectations – not smart enough

My saturnine countenance must’ve been too repulsive

All I ever wanted was someone to stay long enough

To strip away the superficial surface I put up [- I promise I know how to  love]

But they all get tired. And leave. Always.