If I tear apart my flesh, my skin to reveal what's underneath..
will that be good enough for you?
If I bleed continuously through the thin fabric of my sweater..
will that make you happier than I possibly ever could?
If I slice open my veins, my arteries and spill the contents out into you,
will that show you how much I love you..
How much I care?
If my eyes resemble tsunami tides until I die, fuck...
will that make you realize you are the only one for me?
Am I not enough?
Am I not capable of making you happy?
I am insane, fucking idiotic
for fooling myself into believing that I could ever be enough for you.
- j.j.s.s