I wasn't enough.
That was the sole reason I could think of why she left me. I wasn't as famous as her, as talented as her. My status and my family limited the things I could provide for her. But wasn't it unfair that she just... left me hanging like that? Yes, I wasn't everything she needed. But I was there for her—I was freaking there for her the whole time!
She let me fight our battles alone. She let me start off in this new world alone. I was all by myself, and it was damn okay for her. Things got ugly, and she slithered out. Maybe she didn't love me after all.
(Note: Yes, I originally posted RANDOM poems related to Gio and Marinela here before their voices became too loud that I just had to publish a literary piece of their own. You can read their hearts in "Immaterial")
YOU ARE READING
Mi La Letra
PoetryIncarcerated are words--an ensemble of letters, an expression of you--hoping to fly. (A compilation of random poems.)
