Words are not enough anymore.

Can't cover bruises

and black eyes

with apologies.

They don't make good concealer.

My smile though...

Oh damn...to the world,

it's top shelf makeup.

Cover up.

No one knows.

No clue.

No thought goes by.

"What happened to your lip?"

I fell while jogging.

Damn concrete.

Fists like concrete.

Words like knifes.

I can't tell which is worse anymore.

Words are not enough.

I'm not enough.

Enough isn't enough.

Words are not enough. 

You are not enough.

This isn't my enough.