You gaze back at me.

My breath catches in my throat.

When you touch my hand, I'm free.

My vision blurs with happiness and I can't see.

I love how you lay your hands over my body in this rickety boat.

But

You

Aren't

Him.

And maybe, maybe that's why I can't fill your heart the way you fill mine.

You are beautiful.

But you aren't beautiful enough.

I thought,

maybe,

I could be okay again.

But with you, I am not okay

I am just fine

and maybe, that's alright.