She said by Tenirsk

She said, and she said, she said, she said to me, ‘All you wanted was love.’
And I said, I said only what was left to say, ‘No, love isn’t enough.’
I could see her tap her fingers, stare at me with dark eyes as her lashes lowered, ‘Now it’s not enough..’
I said only what was left to say, ‘No, love isn’t enough.’
She looked at me, sternly as her pink lips pursed, ‘ Little Bunny…’ she said, ‘You’ve been hurt.’ Statements that swirled in my heart; it was already known and it was written across my face on paths tears once traveled.
So I said only what was left to say, ‘Yes, love wasn’t enough.’
She titled her head as she leaned forward over the sink, ‘You loved.’ That’s what she said, it was true.
‘Yes, love wasn’t enough.’ What else is there to say?
She leaned back again, perplexed as she stared. There was a moment, a moment of respectable silence, ‘Bunny, You’ll love again, you’ll be loved again.’ It was reassuring, what she said.
And in return I said, only what was left for me to say, ‘Yes- yet love isn’t enough.’
You could tell she didn’t like the answer, the only answer I could give as her eyes sparked, ‘Well it should be. Love should be reason enough to live, breathe hate and scream. Love is for wars and beds, bitterness and taste. Love is all you could ever want, all you could ever dream.’ That’s what she said- she said it again and again over and over. ‘Love is just enough.’

But, as I tilted my head and flittered closer I shook my head and whispered. ‘Love that is just enough isn’t enough at all.’ Did she want me to say more, that’s all that was left to say.

She teetered a bit, glaring back at me, so she asked and asked, what was only left to ask, ‘What do you want?’

So I answered, only what was left to answer, ‘I want to stop talking to myself about what I want, and be found for what I am.’