What if I'm not enough for what I love?

I love it. God, I love it.

The engines, the sky, the impossible math,

but it breaks me everytime.

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I sit in class and it all moves too fast.

The numbers blur, the logic escapes me,

surrounded by people who breathe equations while I drown in them.

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I try, but I'm always behind.

Too slow,

Too lost,

Too not enough.

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And I wonder, how can something feel so right and make me feel so wrong?

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They say if you love something, you'll make it work.

But what if I love it, and it just… doesnt love me back?

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This is heartbreak with equations,

with quiet panic during every test.

This is loving something that makes you feel

Small,

Stupid,

Defective.

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I want to whisper to the stars,

but instead I sit with a blank page, and the thought that maybe I was never meant for this.

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Maybe passion isn't enough.

Maybe I was born to admire it, not touch it.

Maybe some people get to live their dreams while others just watch, wanting so badly.