here is my witty critism,
the most bizarre form of narcissm
that I've ever held for you to see

it wasn't enough for
you to be
my everything
all I'd need?

So Im taking back
everything I believed
about the truth between
you and me
and all the faded memories
of you walking away.

ink stains and bleach spots,

always too much or not enough

it's never been enough
to just be in love.