Wednesday, October 12, 2016


Some mornings we make breakfast,
some mornings we make love and
some mornings make no sound, they just
slip by unnoticed while we make what we can
out of what we have — not much, but enough.

Some days, this world gets too much
and I want to cry out for you but I don’t dare
seek you because you’re already too much
for me, and even when you’re all I want
you’re not my everything — but you are enough.

You can never be my everything;
I won’t let you be my everything,
but if everything else was taken away,
I’d be okay, if you were all that remained —
if you were all I had, you’d be enough.

About this piece

I wrote this poem in response to what I believe is one of society's most foolish myths: that my lover should be my everything. It was linked to an essay I wrote at the same time, with the rather long title I don’t want you to be my everything. I just want you to be enough.

Enough was first published on, where it was also featured in the Reading Roulette curated collection on 12 October 2016.

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