my jokes are never funny enough
my mind is never sunny enough
Are my tears even runny enough
to be counted as real?

i was in love with a boy, i was not enough
i am in love with a boy, i am not enough
i will love a boy, i will not be enough

when simple thoughts bring complex hurt
you need to let me go
but squeeze knuckles white
and hold on tight
for love i long to know

without you i'm healing
towards you there's no feeling
but when i'm with you
my mind starts reeling
my head falls back, eyes towards the ceiling
asking God in a whisper
"what kind of hand are you dealing??"

i keep my poems short
because i'm afraid
i'll unravel something
that i can't unsay
and i can't un-think

then i cut.
i have no flowery adjectives to romanticize it.
but i know that's what they want.