the ghost of too much

There’s not enough soil in the earth for how deep I want to be buried.

There’s not enough water in the oceans for how slowly I want to sink.

There’s not enough fire in the sun for how brightly I want to burn.

There aren’t enough words in my head to say all the things I can’t.

There’s not enough blood in my body for all I need to bleed.

There’s aren’t enough couches in the world for how long I want to sleep.

There’s not enough life in me, for all I want to live.

All I’ve had enough of, is you.