I tried to be the best I could
It wasn't enough for you.
I lied to myself thinking you would
It wasn't enough for you
I tried to bring you a sense of adventure
It wasn't enough for you
I cried cause it stings to lose you forever
I wasn't enough for you
I tried to awaken my sleeping romantic
It wasn't enough for you
I tied him down when he became a fanatic
It wasn't enough for you

I tried to be a light hearted friend
Yet in the end it was your own feelings that,
Pouring like honey liquor down the back of my stem,
Grew this black flower, now rotting within.

You claim to not be ready to love
You were never enough for me
Your lame justice excuses all the above
You were never enough for me
You claim that you know what I want
You were never enough for me
Your brain never received my thoughts
You were never enough for me
You claim to have been hurt in the past
You were never enough for me
Your history bled into our caste
You were never enough for me

You claim to see it in my eyes, that
There's tears streaming between your thighs,
And though my aim was clear, your fear remains
To no avail, my words fall towards hell's domain.

The moon, a hollow
Saint Jacques shell,
whose kernel
lovers
and language figures
had wasted through the flow
of time,
came
to this eerie pond
a dry vagabond -
now a dweller
of the surface deep.

© LazharBouazzi, Carthage, TUN, September 3, 2016