the Poem
I’ve had enough
Of never being good enough
To
climb my way up
To your marble pedestal
So as I stand
alone
Down here I think of
What you taught me
Without even
saying
A single word.
I’ve had enough
Of never being strong enough
To
reach for all the things
I’m longing for
Though, now, I
know
How to not hate the love
I’ve jealously stashed
In a
dusty cellar.
I’ve being waiting
For a thousand years
To
see through your grim grin
And the world beyond,
Standing, all
alone
With the wrong speeches
And a moth in my palm.
I’ve had enough
Of never being good enough,
I’ve had enough
Of living like a ghost
For realities don’t fit no more
And I’ve had enough
Of letting it all go.
MVRCODELRIO 