Enough

I bat my eyelashes
Pouted my lips
And still my kisses were stolen

2 times, 3 times
You could have mapped the hips of the others, swimming in their interiors
Your fingertips memorizing the fabric of their underwear

My legs opened solely for you but
I had never been enough

I filled your lonely nights with my glossed lips
Lascivious kisses, amorous touches
Resonant moans and heartfelt laughter

I knew I could be enough

I observed your mistakes,
questioned your sight
When it came to my love, you were Ray Charles
and I, Etta James of course
You were always my At Last.
But yet, I had never been enough

The space should have been for me
But you let it sit vacant
Starving for the love that had wanted to check in

Now my heart sits locked and closed
Waiting for repair
You realize I am enough

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