loving

giving

caring and supporting the claimed heart of another

what’s there to give if they cannot seem to find purpose from your sweetness?

what a sacrifice

another chose another and another after you

pieces of fragile skin and flesh that you’ve given your brain to

and you suddenly become a helpless pondering thought

why’d they have to hurt the one willing to give all?

a cramped room with only eyes and love and ears and warmth of arms wrapped one another

what describes pain when you are suddenly aching for the moment they’ve come alive for you?

and sacrificing another for the resting heart you gave and gave and now given to another

what’s the fault in it?

fault lines closing and wounds exploding in two different places

crippled stomach aches when you think of the only constant you’ve anchored

in between the secrets and confiding in another

but protection is a sacrifice apparently

and understanding

giving all of you to care for them the way you aim to receive it back

but it’s not that simple

no one loves the same

you’ve learned that the painful way

like fire and twisting knives in your misunderstood chest

and your heart is bleeding with the blood they’ve never shed for you

what’s left of you?

what’s left to give when all it does is hurt your sensitivities?

worthy and open

sacrifice and a chance to make decisions right

“your fault, your fault, your fault, all your fault lines opening and your true shame is showing.”

what a pathetic ride

what a pathetic statement when it’s no longer in your way

they’ve done nothing but made you disappear

and that is the loss of them