You made a martyr of my heart
Or do you not remember that now?
Siphoned my love to fuel your soul,
But forgot to give any back.
Barren, that is how you left me.
My womb an infertile garden--
There are stones where flowers should have bloomed.
Regrettably I am the foolish one,
Thief that you are, serpent that you proved to be--
It was still me who opened the gate and let you in,
Let you devour my identity whole.
The well ran dry just as you decided
My attentions wasn’t worth a single wish
On a rusted copper penny.
Divorced from my emotions I internalize the lesson,
The cruelest one I’ve ever learned.
Just because I loved you, doesn’t mean it was right;
And just because I was good doesn’t make me enough.