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…
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