Will I ever be enough?
Enough for you?
Enough for anyone?
I lost all little hope I had left.
Maybe you left because I didn't love myself.
Is that this lesson?
If so I do not understand it.
If I find someone knew, will I have to learn?
Love myself...
That seems impossible.
Loving yourself is a work of art.
Not one I have mastered.
So maybe I will never be enough.
Not for you.
Not for anyone.
But enough for me.
You left my love behind.
I can't keep hoping that it'll be enough.
It never will be.
You let me go.
You.
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PoetryA short poem about how some of us feel but don't say anything.
