cowpuncher

I’ll never be good enough for her. She is caviar and I’m fish guts. If I could just hold her hand, touch her cheek, smell her perfume one time. If she let me brush that little wisp of hair behind her ear. If I could just look into her eyes and tell her again that she is all things to me. If only I could say or do any of those things I could go ahead and die knowing I gave it my all. She does not love me back and it breaks me in two. I don’t want to live with this pain anymore.