Enough.
One day that's what I'll be.
Enough.
Enough for you,
Enough for my friends,
Enough for someone.

One day
Me being me
Will be
Enough.

Someone will walk through that door,
Look at me,
And love me.
I will be
Enough.
And they will be
Enough
For me.

I won't have to fight
To be recognized.
They will be everything
I have every dreamed,
And I will be everything
They have ever dreamed.

I will be
Enough.

Tell me about the time you realized his fingers were scissors
And he could never hold you without tearing you apart
Or about how his words are bullets that don't leave exit wounds
You'll carry this with you forever now
When did you notice that he never blinked
And I swear to God he has no idea what your face looks like
Darling
I  '  m  s  o  s  o  r  r  y  
He looked at the sky and only saw the constellations
Not the stars that made up everything you dreamed of
He looked at you and only saw your skin
Not the cells and certainly not everything that it held in place
He held you and kissed your lips and he'll never remember you
As anything more than a dark room and stained bed sheets
You meant more to me than that
But I was less to you than you were to him
So just leave me be pulling on ropes with nothing on the other end
*~W.C.

I wasted two years on you.
Two years that I could've spent loving someone else.
You hurt me, the way you said you never would.
Why do you want me to think it's my fault?
Why do you think I'll be okay?
Thinking about makes me want to die.
I close my eyes and it's like I've already died.
You win, you broke me.

Sometimes
I sit on the floor
and wonder why
I am not
6 feet under.

I feel it now,
I'm beginning to levitate
It's been far too long since I've felt this feeling
I hear an electric start up noise
As I feel my pupils dilate
And when I look in the mirror
It's like staring at the dark side of the moon
I'm looking at my friends
And the blurs and extra copies of them
The traces behind their movements
And their eyes wide open,
REM while completely awake
I look at the lines in the hardwood floor
That are jumping around
In the way that piano keys do
When you run your finger all the way across them
And the Salvador Dali print on the wall and I
Are practically having ****** relations
And Einstein looks on from the wall with his questioning gaze
And I stare back in wonder, but I think he and I
Had a mutual understanding of each other
and everything around us
Like we were laughing at a joke that nobody else was in on.
I'm playing with the fingers of the couch design
That peel up and wave
And reach up to touch the ceiling
Because it's moving like waves do
Smoke moves in front of the light
And I laugh when it turns green
Then disappears
I feel all the notes around me
Floating from the TV that's playing Pink Floyd's "The Wall"
And when that hammer comes down, in reality,
It came down on my brain
And it splattered everywhere on the walls
in an aquatic watercolor mural
Because I was imagining myself riding a dolphin
My jaw won't stop clenching, but that's okay
I'm watching the trees outside perform ballet
And the grass roll in waves...
This is the best night of my life

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It is very easy to bear a child
when you are a good parent or not

It is also not too tough to write some words
when you are a good poet or not

But it is too tough for a parent to grow up   
their child as being a real man

As it is too tough for a poet to make
a meaningful poem with those words

Though either you are a very good parent
or a very good poet

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen