The Blonde Quill

Surely love is enough.

The love I have for you

That consumes me

And fills me with 

Endless butterflies

Is enough. 

Love is freeing,

I can relax knowing

That I have found

Something so real

So raw. 

But,

It’s not everything

I thought it would be…

Yes, it is freeing

And fun,

Yet I feel so 

Constrained. 

I am defined 

By you.

Defined by the lack

Of effort you put in.

Defined by your

Angry words 

That you spit at me

Like a viper 

When you drink 

Your poison.

You poison me. 

Surely love should be enough.

Even in the joy and the giddiness,

I find myself drowning,

Like I am caught in a hurricane

Frantically moving to stay afloat,

But relief never comes. 

I am consumed by the reckless waves… 

Why isn’t love enough…