Not Enough.

Was I too much or not enough?

Scared of vulnerability, did I act too tough?

Emotional, did I deliver it all too rough?

Walking ultimatum, did I call my own bluff?

Love like quicksand, did I make you feel stuck?

Loads of insecurities, did they make you not give a fuck?

Was I just not built of all the right stuff?

Well, was I too much or not enough?

–S.

You Call Anyway.

You sigh, and I am the reason.

How did our love not last more than a season?

I want to cry, but the dam of my pride holds my tears at bay.

You lie, and you are the reason.

But you say you want to stay.

‘We die,’ and part ways. But you call anyway.

–S.