Enough Prt 2

would it be enough for you to say that you were wrong

would it be enough for you to miss me when I’m gone

Losing my balance over a lack of accountability it’s killing me softly

Im drowning in coffee

I need my senses back they left my senses black

Nobody cares so feelings we spare until therapy is in session it’s been a while since poetry left me feeling aware

Maybe it’s about time I set those boundaries…where was I wrong???

But don’t be surprised when the better me has arrived

I want my life back I’m taking back what you illegally stole.

My joy.