I’ll keep giving and giving
while you take and take
but what will you do
when there’s nothing left of me for you
will you move on to the next one
would you miss me at all
how much regret would you possess
for the things you’ve said and done
you seem to heal me just to bleed me dry again
maybe one day you’ll fall
and ask for a hand up
then you’ll wish you hadn’t taken both my arms
I’ve been consumed bit by bit by you
like prey to a predator
you’re always hungry for more
eaten out of house and home
mind and soul
and you get ready to latch on to the next poor soul
willing to swallow your bullshit
as I stand in the singed rubble you left behind
your gift to me
as you steal and lie and cheat
whether anything is being given or not
I was a moth to your flame
I was on fire
burning, blood-red, hot
while I cry out, “There’s nothing left to take!”
your nails dig through the bare walls of my left atrium
but my tears just make you angry
you shout at me to stop overreacting
but I wonder if you’re mad because you can’t feel anything other than rage
did you ever actually feel sad
or was it all a charade
just quit taking
About the Creator
Lolly Vieira
Welcome to my page where I make sense of all the facets of myself through poetry and short stories.
I'm an artist of many mediums and strive to know and do better every day.
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