It was never enough for you. My voice clogs your pores. You still ask the world for a better sound. I hope you sweat out each word like a fever. Trying means nothing if you already decided that you’re done for. Cut the hopes for it all like each strand of hair you shaved off months ago. Said you were changing for the better, but we’re all still waiting for the better part. Everyone wants more until they start to drown in it. And if I see you reaching for air, I’ll tell everyone your just waving. I’ll watch finality begin take over as the water mutes the sound of my voice. I’ll pull you back up and grip the hair that started to grow at the nape of your neck. Ill ask you if it was finally enough. AMT