This Is What It Means To Love

I spend my time now

tiptoeing around

the bloody truth dripping down

my bruised cheeks--

because I love you.

I won't acknowledge the hole in the wall

or the hole in my heart

because I love you.

I won't stop

crossing oceans for you,

with nothing by my tired arms

carrying me through the sea

as you refuse to

step over puddles for me

because I love you.

I'll give you everything I have,

day after day,

and I won't ask for anything in return

because I love you.

I'll keep thinking there's something I can do

to make you better,

to make you love me back.

I'll keep thinking

I'm not loving you enough.

I'll keep thinking that

I need to cut more and more of myself away

to fit what you need me to be,

what you demand from me,

even if I can't leave anything for myself,

even if everything I have isn't enough,

because I love you.