Flowers will bloom from my rotting body
Let this be enough
Let me be enough
Because I am exhausted
Twisting and bending, like a contortionist, trying to fit in
Trying to be everything they want
But deep inside, I am small
I am simple
I will take the bare minimum and I will cherish it
I know that I deserve more that I deserve better
But that does not mean I will seek it
Because I am content
With being alone
Even if I long for more, even if I just wish to be held and kissed softly
Your eyes turn pink
And they pool with blood
I wonder if karma knows
I don’t wish you ill will, but what goes around comes around and I know that I’m not perfect but I know that I deserve better
I am the writer, never the muse
But for once I want to be looked at like I am a masterpiece, and not something you hide in the back of your she-shed
Some thing that you display proudly, and you don’t bury in the ground
Let this be enough,
Let me be enough
–
Keela Sawyer