Never Enuff from Occult Fractures by Arthhur

the hands of fate move in mysterious ways,
tugging at tired thin strings of our love in the places they’ve frayed.
they shape the clay from which all our patience is built
crack them wide open with violent defiance in kilns of our guilt

try, as I may.
but I know you won’t come through
love’s not enuff, no, it’s never enuff,
it’s never enuff for you

our love ’s the darkness that hides in the heart of man.
openly sobbing on my way back home while listening to “Marianne.”
if truth is base, and heart is super structure
love is class conflict with yr econ instructor

try, as I may.
but I know you won’t come through
love’s not enuff, no, it’s never enuff,
it’s never enuff for you

study the stars as they pass every night,
laughing aloud because you know you’re right.
words are caught, choking my throat.
push through to say it though I’m still afraid that I’ll never let go.

try, as I may.
but I know you won’t come through
love’s not enuff, no, it’s never enuff,
it’s never enuff for you

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