Love in the form of heartbreak, knocking at my door, leaving me hopeless.
Love in the form of disinterest. Fleeting feelings, only to come and go.
Love in the form of my past. I am wanting you but grieving it.
Why wasn’t I enough?
Were my imperfections too many? Of course, I could’ve done better—
But did you care at all? Who’s to blame for you leaving and posting her on your IG? While I sat there and saw?
You didn’t even care if I saw, did you?
You didn’t care that I waited—patiently, loved you openly, and sacrificed deeply?
Why wasn’t it enough?
Why wasn’t we enough?
Why wasn’t I enough?
Why wasn’t I enough for you?
A Journey to Summer 