amounts

it took the cut of several knives to make my body inherit life
and it took a man's hands and words to make me kill my other self
and dream in pastels
but still with fear.
I retained that privilege
since we seemed to enjoy so much theorizing your anxieties.
enough is not enough if there's not plenty of it
and I had enough of you
not to desire for more
but there's wasn't plenty of you for me
not to need more.