Till Now, You Still Confuse Me. Poem by RIC BASTASA

you actually confuse me.

i know what giving is.
it is taking a part of me,
a skin sometimes, but most often,
a chunk of my flesh,
it hurts, i bleed for days,
and the pain is sharp and
excruciating,

but that is what precisely what giving is,
a part of me is always taken away
by another and sometimes i do not know
even who,

i do not ask questions
why a part of myself has to be taken away,
whether you deserve it or not
it does not matter anymore

for a giver has no questions to ask
he just gives and feasts upon the silence
of that grace.

you actually confuse me.

you have not given anything yet
and there you are, saying that you are hurt the most
why i have given much.

i almost have nothing now
why do you mind me?

you are whole, and burning with desire
you are complete and self-sufficient.
you have everything which i do not have.
but you have never decided to give an inch of you.
to anyone else.

you actually confuse me.

You keep on saying that you are unhappy
and that deep in the night when you cannot
sleep
you actually like to kill yourself.

i am a giver. And i do not ask any questions.
Neither do i have the answer for your sorrow.

that is why, till now, you still confuse me.