Enough

By: Isabelle Morgan

I’ve been thinking about touch 

The rush of it moving

The sweat of both of our choosing

The moment words aren’t enough

When a smile loses the eyes

The transition from honest to a guess

To sharing the soft part of my mattress where I sleep best

The reason I question myself and the other 

I have parents drilling holes

One in the north and two in the south

Desperately digging for the reason

For an explanation

But the words would stretch evenings

And I don’t think they would consider it enough

But when I accidentally split it

Manage to breathe next the feeling that isn’t 

Yours but flames the fire that smokes the entire 

inside of this body that won’t stop

Loosing focus

It’s enough

One of us is fighting

And the other just wants to keep hiding

To continue writing

To pretend the world isn’t breaking 

And that a mind can move a heart 

Into more than just surviving

Being enough

Something other than us

The universal we

I’m not talking about you and me

Trust is a gritty bite to crunch

And even more painful to swallow

Or I think that’s what they say

Most of the time I’m just trying not to throw up