For You, I'd Bleed Myself Dry Poem by Edith. E Lundstam

For You, I'd Bleed Myself Dry

For you, I'd bleed myself dry
You sit there and complain while I try
I loved you so much
So that I'd skin myself for a single touch
I'd empty myself, throw away all that matters
But you don't even listen to the sound when my heart shatters
I gave you everything I had
But there's always something more to add
How can you sit there so uncaring?
While my many wounds are scaring
Sometimes I can't help but wonder why

For you, I bled myself dry

Thursday, June 6, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry,wounds,sad love
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