was i not enough?
could i ever be enough?
you gave me the pitiful speech
the one you promised never to say
the words stung and with the bitter taste
in your mouth you cringed,
“it doesn’t feel right”
was that all the inspiration you had for me?
it was enough for you
but how could i be so naive
to think you were
looking out for me
those words were for you
the rehearsal of a play
i was apparently, less an audition
it wasn’t enough
but maybe that’s the point


Published by ciriacisbeth

Writer. Organizer. Believer.

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