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January 3, 2011
It was never enough.

I wrote you those cards where I poured out my heart,
I showed you my scars where the blade went too far.
I begged and I pleaded that you please shouldn't leave,
that your love was the greatest gift I'd received.

It was never enough.

I look back on those years I have lost and I wonder,
if I'd done one more thing, begged just one second longer,
would I now be so desperatel'in love with you still?
I was secretly glad when you swallowed that pill.

It was finally enough.

[I don't usually write poems]