I'm sorry I wasn't enough to make you stay,
I'm sorry that you got bored so soon.
I know, I wasn't expecting it either.
I tried to be the enough, I really did.
I did my skincare, even if it took at least two hours,
I did my haircare, even if it took all my strength just to stay awake.
I combed my hair until I fell asleep so it would look slick and clean.
I tried to be as perfect as I could,
Maybe it was because I couldn't call that one night,
Maybe it was because of instead of talking about how I felt when you ghosted me,
I cried in my room instead.
In my bed I was wondering why I wasn't enough for you.
I wondered what I did to anger you,
I knew you were going to leave, I just didn't know when.
And... then you left,
My entire world turned gray,
Lightning replaced the white-fluffy clouds.
Life had seemed to lose all purpose,
Out of all this, the true you seemed to surface.
I loved you, I really did.
And I still do,
Even enough to want to love me too.
The naked dancer was irked
Because the dark scar would sneak
From under her tutu but she shirked
Not her dance rountine, Kirk
The car she drove was a cranked risk
And a horror when the snake on rack did hide
The car will ask kinder for snake to sneak aside
So the dancer can go to work..
Written by: Sara Kendrick
A nonsensical work
Title of contest: Anagramatically Speaking
Sponsor: Oink! A Limp Okra
This was inspired by the contest
but not an entry....
Scar naked irk
Car ask kinder
Rack snake rid
Dancer ask irk
Dancer as Kirk
Skincare Dark
A Cranked Risk
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