
I’ll never be bored enough to call you,
sorry enough to apologize
or sad enough to miss you.
I’ll never be lonely enough to want you
miserable enough to cry
or impulsive enough to see you.
I’m not happy enough to forget you
angry enough to regret you
or secure enough for contentment.
I’m not curious enough to dream you
wicked enough to curse you
or good enough to keep you.
I won’t be dumb enough to love you
naive enough to adore you
or desperate enough to beg you.
I won’t be cruel enough to begrudge you
jealous enough to hate you
or heartless enough to abandon you.
I’m not worried enough to think of you
spiteful enough to betray you
or inspired enough to write . . . about . . . you . . .
– Emily Fiore
Biological sciences junior