I Also Write Love Poems Or Sad Poems

I just had the gastric sleeve done, and I’m just so flat in terms of how long it’s gonna take to lose weight and I just don’t think I’ll look any better than I do. I’m just not fortunate looking.




Enough of such

Won’t be good enough,
Not toned enough,
Won’t be thin enough,
Will stay thick enough,
My heart won’t be enough,
12months is long enough,
My body will be carved enough,
But still untouchable just enough.
I won’t be pretty enough,
She’ll be slaying’ much.
I can’t fit in that skirt much,
She can slip in and out of it just enough.
I’ve lost sleep just enough,
My soul is damaged much,
I should be ok with him strayin’ much?
Is that how the women stay stable enough?
Why isn’t love purely enough?
Why did God make men visual creatures so much?
Why’s it gotta be hard for the minority as such?
I’m thinking I’d like to give up as such,
But who’s gonna hold the fort enough?
One person down at a time as such,
I’ll be down all the time,
But tears don’t mean much, as such.