Enough
I don't know how to be enough for you
Or maybe its that i already am,
Maybe I'm more than enough.
Some would say too much, actually.
I try to share myself, share things
But they always land wrong,
Is it the way that I choose to grieve?
The way I adore you too loudly?
The way I flirt with death,
As if its an old friend who understands?
I don't do things like you.
Is that what it means to love,
To be like you?
I don't want you to hide your feelings,
So you build them into sermons.
Every word, a rule I didn't know I was breaking.
You speak in certainty,
While i answer in tremors.
You call it wrong,
But its just how i survive the noise inside me.
So maybe that makes me not enough,
or too much,
or just enough to keep myself alive.
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