journal · poetry


When is it enough?
When each kind word
is met with doubt
and jealousy has settled
so deep within skin
that friendship
is mistaken for sin.
After every moment spent
is weighed against
each moment missed
and each caring caress
and loving kiss
is forgotten.
When patience has grown
haphazardly thin
and all the love in your soul
has been crushed
by expectation.
Is it then
you will realize
that all the trying in the world
will never fix what was born
to be broken?
Let it go.


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