E n o u g h

To him, I was never
enough
Not good enough for his friends
But pleasant enough for his mom
Not good enough to take out to dinner
But had enough money for Domino's

You see, he liked keeping it quiet
Playing with my hair
and fucking with my wallet

And though he never asked
I always
offered
Because
maybe he would want me more
MAYBE
I'd be enough
Enough for him to hug me
and simply just
hold me
Enough for him listen when I
talked
Enough for him to look at me
not down at his
always untied shoes

He did fall a lot . . .

But now, she is enough
and maybe she was always enough
Enough for him to leave
and enough for him
to let go of what I thought was
love.

But it will never be enough
for me to hold on
Because I have done enough
and maybe, I have had
enough.