Some days I want.
I want so much that my bones crack and my muscles cramp and my breath feels too shallow
Like me.
Not enough
Not enough
Not enough.
(potential is the kind of word that suffocates you)
Some days I don’t want.
I don’t want so much that I lose myself in the hollows of my back and let myself echo in the folds of my skin.
It is too much. And still
Not enough
Not enough
Not enough.
(Want is more of a volume than a light switch)
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 1:23 AM UTC
Some days I want.
I want so much that my bones crack and my muscles cramp and my breath feels too shallow
Like me.
Not enough
Not enough
Not enough.
(potential is the kind of word that suffocates you)
Some days I don’t want.
I don’t want so much that I lose myself in the hollows of my back and let myself echo in the folds of my skin.
It is too much. And still
Not enough
Not enough
Not enough.
(Want is more of a volume than a light switch)
Also very old, but very applicable still