A letter to her

I don’t deserve you.

I think perhaps if I loved you 

ceaselessly 

unrequitedly 

painfully

for a year then I might. 

I hesitate.

But it is not because I hesitate

that I don't deserve you.

But what is the point

in talking about deserving? 

People rarely get things because they deserve them, 

least of all because they earn them.

Would I want you more if you wanted me less? 

It’s hard to tell. 

Perhaps I do deserve 

for you to be with someone else: 

you certainly do.