the price

What have i not done for you?
Only the blood that runs
Through my veins
Calls your name.

How else can i walk away
When these feet carry me back to you?
If love is pain
Then i am dying.

That you may see the light,
Climb on my spine as is your custom.
That you stand a little taller,
Let your step fall on my neck.

In the flesh,
I have stolen pieces
Of me for you...
Little things
Which you discard at whim.

What else haven't i done?
But, open my heart and let you in.


sometimes,my life,
i hate myself
for loving you.

Reviews

[Fourchance]

Oh Cary I'm here to read and now i think I need to wipe away tear. The poem makes me sad because it could be me, nonetheless, it is you and has you great talent showing! Frank