Of course not

You shaped with words what your efforts
never intended to touch.
“Here,” you said, “I hope this helps,”
and handed me a useless confusion
of intangible nonsense,
like a stupid “you’re enough” jpg
in some beautiful typography.
I always let words secretly rob me of hope and time
when my reserves are already depleted.
But who’s to blame? You’re as helpless as I am,
and I desperately bought the cheap way out
with equal amounts of hope and disbelief.
Of course we’re not enough.
I’m sinking in mud
and my breaths are numbered.

By | 2017-07-09T00:52:52+00:00 May 15th, 2017|Poetry|0 Comments

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