the only thing you were good at
was making me feel useless.

i am so desperate for touch:
to be caressed
and kissed
all over my body.

oh, for someone to
touch me like you did
is all i need
on a night like this.

i am so sick
of feeling my own soggy brain
drag itself in circles
around the same old ****
i am so sick
of caring about people
who want nothing to do with me
i am so sick
of trying
and trying
and trying
keeping myself alive
for a fantasy
a joke of a life
that i'll never acheive
i am so incredibly sick
of pretending to be okay
so i can be there for the people around me

this is just another poem
i'm writing about someone
who could never love me
as much as i loved them

maybe my biggest flaw
is feeling too much,
which is why i could
shut it off so easily

i've spent hours wondering
why love has failed me once again,
going back to the thought
that maybe it's my fault

i wanted so bad for us to work
i wanted you to be the reason i was happy,
but perhaps it's the greatest questions
that don't have an answer

close my eyes
and pray
i'm enough for you
enough for you