A/N: This is a poem that I wrote awhile back. It is something I could see Adam writing, or if not writing, at least feeling. This one is very personal to me because even though I wrote it as Adam, it hits awfully close to home for me as well. By the way, thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed my first 2 pieces that I posted. Please read and review! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own Joan of Arcadia or anything related to it. Although I am bidding on a bunch of stuff on eBay! I'm not profiting from this either.
Was I Not Enough?
To you, the world was black,
As black as the bruises life left you.
To you, life meant hurting,
And waiting for the break in the sky.
To me, the world was red,
As red as the blood in my veins that rushed to my heart when you smiled.
To me, life meant wanting,
And hoping I could be enough.
Why wasn't I enough?
Why couldn't my love be all you needed?
Your heart would have stopped breaking.
Your smiles would have stopped fading.
My life would not be empty.
My soul would not be restrained.
Why was the pain stronger than me?
Than you.
Why did you have to take it all away from me?
From you.
Why couldn't I make you happy?
Was I not enough?