Never Enough

He’d lifted my thoughts like fingerprints from a crime scene.
Raw.
Vulnerable.
A massacre of words never meant to be untangled.
A part of me still being built
with blocks of lead and stone.
A part of me I was scared for him to know.
What if…
Down at the souls of my feet
I was not what he wanted me to be.
I was not a queen,
I was weak.
I was lost.
Forgotten.
What if I was broken.
I never wanted him to know,
I was only human.
Because then,
like every other love of my life
I wouldn’t be
enough.

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