My future, denied,
My past destroyed,
I gave all, took the greatest risk -
The rewards only, never gained.
Love given, is for love's sake,
And not for it's gifts....
For love's gifts can sometimes
Never find their way to you....
To love is to open yourself to pain,
And receive these,
These most poisonous of emotions
For what is love, if there is no comparison?
I asked for nothing, and nothing I receive,
Or so I feel -
In truth I reap the harvest of your pain
What have I left?
What was so wrong?
Your doubts in yourself have taken your future,
yet so much easier to blame me,
To blame others,
But never to repair yourself.
Hindsight is always clear,
Yet your eyes, still hazy,
Blind you to your truth.
And still, after all these thorns
I feel the obligation
I feel the desire
I feel the emptiness, and the loneliness.
But most of all,
I feel the love.
Is this my only path?
Trapped in this vein?
*borne out of desperation - ya know it's a alcohol thing :->*