enough

i dreamt i was a moth
fragile flutterer to the light,
in darkness fingers
poised to crush dusty wings

i heard a forlorn train
reaching to the blue porchlight
and i learned my heartbeat in my own reflection

it seems to me we must all become one another
a moth attracted to flame gets too close
burns, fuels and becomes

1 couldn't love me enough
i couldn't love 2 enough
3 didn't stay
i couldn't love 4 enough
5 couldn't love me enough
i can't love 6 enough

i realized that
7 does love me, but the hardest part is
to realize that he cannot, will never, love me enough.
and that's ok.
i will play every role in the meantime,
waiting to see if anyone ever will. or if i ever will.