You

I permitted YOU engrave roots into my palms,

As if YOU ever showed any deservingness,

Though that never seemed to signify anything to me.

I’d sheltered YOU from frigid temperatures,

Only to leave myself congealed,

All for him I told myself, All for YOU.

I fed YOU as YOU forever devoured it all,

While I dealt with inanition alone, Yet you'd make a foul sound at anything,

All for YOU I repeated, All for him.

I started questioning the statement "all for him",

Your smile as beautiful as apricity,

Yet your lies deeper than a black hole,

All for you though…

No longer for YOU, All for me,

At least that’s what I try to tell myself.

The reality is, it’ll always be YOU.