Am I enough?
Am I enough?
The deepest part of me feels like I’ll never be enough.
Anywhere. I can comb my hair one thousand times. Not enough. I can stoke my
makeup brush against my scarred face for an hour. Still not enough. I can drive
across to town to see you on a rainy night, just to make you do that little
chuckle you do when something I say isn’t funny but your'e too protective to tell
me that it’s not. But is it enough? NO. I can TAKE YOU UNDER MY WING, BOOST
YOUR SELF ESTEEM, and give you a reason to feel loved and appreciated. Still not enough. Why do I have to
sacrifice so much of myself to make you happy when I don’t see that
reciprocated in your behavior? WICKED.
What is it about me that keeps me so secluded? I mean, love
comes in all forms but I’ll never be good enough to grow in your garden.
I’ll never be good enough to sit and your table and eat the
finest meals the restaurant has to offer.
I’ll never be good enough to get a birthday card with “I love
you wife.” in it.
I’ll never be good enough to sit front row at your fashion
show & have photographs taken of me, wearing your clothes.
Or am I?
Maybe you’re the one that’s not enough?....I don’t
know.
I mean you chose him over me? And I chose him over you. So
maybe I got what I deserved.
But to be completely blunt, I don’t think I’ve ever been
good enough for you.
But I can tell you what I
AM good enough for.
I am good enough for you to make fun of.
I am good enough for you to take the little money I have to
put in your pockets.
I am good enough to lay around with you and have sex with you
day after day while you keep my presence concealed in hopes to keep her happy.
I am enough.