"I bought books,"
I confessed.
"You have no money.
Why are you buying more books?"
they demanded to know.
"Because I was hungry."

I feel good enough
in your gaze

All my fears
All my doubts
All my insecurities
are put to bed
when you look at me

In your arms
there is a subtle feeling
that all is right in the world

I wish I could tell you
that I hate you

I wish I could tell you
that your memory
fills me with rage

I wish I could tell you
that I hope
you find happiness

I wish I could tell you
that I want
nothing but the best for you

I wish I could tell you
that I feel
anything at all

But I can't.

Because I don't.