Enough.

(Hey FBRs! I haven't written any poetry in a LOOOOOONG time, but it seemed so appropriate for what can only be described as *Blank Stare* Saturday. Hope you hear my heart on it.)

I am Enough.

Cried an ocean of tears

Smiled ‘til my cheeks burned

Butterflies 

Jagged rocks

Bitter pills 

They mingle together in my stomach

I have dreamed

Fantasized

Wished

Hoped

Prayed

For him.

And him.

Oh, and “pleasepleasepleaseprettypleaseGodIknowheistheone?”

Him too.

But he wasn’t.

And I was still

Am still

Enough.

I jumped through hoops

Balanced on tightropes

Wore the mask

Stuffed the hurt deep inside because…

Statistics.

I am more than numbers

And percentages

I am Enough.

I am not your ex-girlfriend

Ex-wife

Baby mama

I did not break your heart

I did not ask for your money

I don’t even know you

You don’t know me

Allow me to introduce myself…

I am Enough.

More than

A credit score

A dress size

A skill

A look

A word

A feature

A promise that if you will just….

all you need to do is…

Be Enough?

I am.

--K.