my lover poets

never enough.

I scream in exhaustion over the amount of pain,
my overthinking forces upon me.
telling me how I'm not enough,
how I'll never be enough for him,
but my lover tells me I'm more than enough.
yet,
I refuse to believe his words.
I understand everyone is hard to love at times.
I know every soul contains their own form of issues,
that long for attention.
but even so,
I still feel as though I'm too hard to love.
my own issues are harder than hard.
the endless amount of overthinking that my body owns,
is too much.
the depression that may not always control me,
is apart of me,
where other days and hours it will be worse than others.
the body that keeps me alive,
will never be enough to love.
the constant overthinking,
is too much to take care of.
so I will continue to scream and scream,
scraping at my skin,
while tears flood through my eyes,
believing I will never be enough.
believing I could never be enough for him to truly love.
I can see it in him,
that slowly he's getting sick of me,
not whispering a word upon it.
I will scream over the exhaustion,
over the insane amount of pain,
my body withholds.
the body that will never be enough.