Comfortably Unhappy

I’m not prepared

Or maybe I’m just scared

I’ll miss the predictability 

Of your lack of ability

To love me like a man would

I had faith that you could 

But you won’t

Do I think I’ll ever be enough for you?

I don’t

I’m not prepared

Or maybe I’m just scared

To let go of your potential 

But believing in you is far more consequential.