Priceless Poem by Crystal Tutson

The pressure to keep and love you more,
So I give of myself something I can’t restore.
I don’t feel any more worthy but yet disdain
Look at my heart, rip it open and inhale my pain.
Take a look at the hurt you’ve caused
Take a second to look back, breathe, and pause.
I’m falling in love with you and yet you’re emotionless,
My time $150.00/hr, my gas $2.50/gal., but my love: priceless.
I wonder about the times we are together,
You make me feel good but do I make you better?
Do I fill any capacity of your stainless steel heart?
Your useful less grasp at me is tearing me apart.
My struggle to live on, my passion for life,
has been shattered by your passiveness and given me strife.
I can’t go on and continuously batter myself.
I must stand strong, keep the faith, and ask for help.
To sustain my laughter, my love and my consciousness,
So from here on out you're a distant memory without the bliss.