Enough

There are only so many pieces of us

You have most of mine

Every day I love you more

And you cherish the pieces of my heart

While tossing your own to swine

I fear that soon

I'll run out of heart

And there will be nothing

For you to come home to

My love hasn't been

Enough

I thought it could save you

When you rushed into danger

And came back bleeding

I patched you

And then I bled

Rending open my chest

To give you more pieces of me

I weep not only because you hurt

But because I have not hurt enough

My road has been smooth

And yours a nightmare

Saturated in blood

The imbalance is offensive

I need to take your pain

But you will not give it to me

So I fall screaming onto love's sword

Tearing myself

Like a zealous self-flagellating penitent

I mortify my flesh

With a violent garment of love

Instead of sackcloth or horsehair

Torturing and scarring away the guilt

Of not having suffered as you do

When I have given you my last piece

When I have shed every drop of blood

Leaving only a cracked shell

Will I have loved you

Enough

Or will you still be blind

To your brilliant value

Will you still doubt

Your priceless worth

Despite your scars and broken edges

Will you still let beasts

Take you apart

Ignorant of the divine light in you

Until it is finally

Snuffed

And there is nothing left

Of either of us?