Wednesday, September 19, 2012

I give. You take. Then you walked away.


I gave you my all, every ounce I had to give I gave and all you did was take. But no matter how much I gave, regardless that I had nothing left to give it was never enough. There was nothing in me left to give, sometimes you made it seem like if I had ripped out my still beating heart and placed it in your hands it wouldn't have been enough. I give, you take, and in the end you walked away.

I get that you were afraid to give, you were afraid to trust me with what you had to give but that was no excuse to just walk away without a single word to say. By the end of it, I had given you everything so when you walked away I had nothing left to make you stay.

So what gives you the right to show up at my door, what gives you the right to touch me. What makes you think I would ever want you back. You can fall to your feet, you can cry and make everyone think that I am without heart, but only you know that I don’t even have a heart to give anymore, it wasn’t enough back then and now it’s no longer my own to give.

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