He's (10)

But I can't have all my (9s) with him

Maybe not even this

Because my (8) insecurities and

(7) scars will never find enough room to hide between us.

He and I would make a beautiful mistake.

We were never supposed to make because when it's (6) in the morning.

I'm sipping on my coffee, staring at my screen, those (5) notifications and maybe he'd slip into them. He was almost mine and that gives me hope which has been broken for (4) times and more. But that (3) second eye contact makes me what to pick up the broken pieces and fall over him. Why is it so hard to admit ? Love isn't for (2) of us. But I really wished he was the (1) for me.