Cost of love.


          What was the point,really?

She already had answers

But zero guts to pick the right one

Always very careful 

Not to cause hurt to others 

She forgot to take care of herself

She deserved more than he gave her

Than what those around her did

Not demanding any though.

              What was the point

Of holding carefully these hearts

Loving them so

Stepping over thorns and broken glass

Just to keep them safe

Only to have him  be the first one

To drive a knife through her heart

Couldn’t he have cared?

              Pressing into her chest

Trying to keep from overbleeding

Pushing herself along the wall

Calling for help that no one hears

Trying to live


She wonders

             What was the point.


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