You ever feel like nothing works out when you need it to?

I'm sorry I'm a fuck up

That I take and take

Like the crest of an event horizon

Hungrily gnawing

I'm sorry I steal things

Your safety, peace of mind,

The little thoughts of hope

That wilt when your phone rings

I'm sorry I'm not enough

Can't hold down a job

Can't cut it as an artist

Can't even live off loans

But most of all I'm sorry I'm not enough

That I couldn't be the perfect son

With a perfect wife

And a second child to keep the first company

I'm sorry I'm not enough

For someone who has broken her back

In the long years of her entire life

That deserves respite and care

That you labor under the weight

Of people who don't meet you

Halfway down the road

With a cup of coffee and a beignet 

I wish I could hold you

Wrap my arms around your waist 

And bury my face in the denim dress

You wore to teach.

But I can't.

Because I'm not enough.

And I don't know if I ever will be.