will I ever feel good enough?
Is a question that likes to lick the back of my throat,
especially on my worst days.

Making each gulp 
a tougher answer to swallow

“I won’t be good enough" 
I wash down,
because this sadness will never go away.

“He’ll stop loving you, and find someone better”
I ingest,
because who wants to love someone who doesn’t love themselves?