you've been taking more than i've been willing to give
my forgiveness after the third time
my ready excuses for your pained soul
my peace in moments alone
my furtive mind conniving to get you here beside me
my money dignity sanity
my boundless desire to give affection
my limitless need for validation
my patience and always texting first
in the end i'm giving giving
my heart the first thing to go
buried under the pile
under the weight of all i've given
and it's howling in pain
begging please stop giving everything away
he hasn't even said 'thank you'
-8/2/2021
YOU ARE READING
from the wreckage of obsolescence
Romancelove, sex and vulnerability. chapter three of an ongoing collection of poetry by a bisexual woman.
