The Cost Poem by J.T. Solomon

I lay here where my blood has left a stain
They say you aren’t worth this pain
I say you are worth every moment
Every dying, weeping component,

You stabbed my heart, you let it bleed
To stop the bleeding you are all I need
Will you let me die, here all alone
Ignore the love you had once known,

You say that you love me no more
I still do and ill let my feelings pour
Pour like rivers to go on forever
Forever, like you said during our endeavor

Those fourteen were the best of my life
It was always coming to this, after every strife
I miss the love, I miss the hate
I miss how you would put me in the happiest state

I will not beg, I shall not beg for your love to return
I have to leave it now, all alone to burn
To burn, disappear, and be lost
Lost in memories, our love will be the cost.