All the Wrong Reasons

She will never truly appreciate

What he risks for her.

The miles he would run

For her to see the sun;

He strives,

He breathes,

He lives,

All for her.

 

But she doesn’t care.

She takes advantage

Of all he offers to her.

She poisons,

She corrupts,

She damages,

All for her.

 

She takes every last piece of him

Until she is satisfied.

And then she will leave;

His empty soul will lie there,

Alone and hollowed out

Until his bones whither away into dust.

 

But he lets her.

The attention she gives him

For all the wrong reasons

Is better than no attention at all.