I don't mean to sound like an egomaniac
but I think being loved by me
must be so beautiful,
because I give my all.
I would bleed myself dry and
sell all of my organs to make sure
that you are happyI think that's beautiful and bittersweet isn't it?
I would do anything to receive an eight of all the love I give out.
It's not that I mind giving my all,
but I would flourish under even the smallest amount of it.I would still bleed out
for everyone I've ever loved,
but maybe I'd bleed less.
YOU ARE READING
not so bad poetry
PoetryPart 2 of bad poetry, a new book to fill pages and pages of emptiness with ink ready to spill