When you've given your love;

Whole and not in pieces,

Like a box full of surprises and not just bits of paper that can be crumpled.

Would you beg for attention?

Will you beg to be respected?

Will you beg to be seen?

I have been thinking about this for a couple of days now

And it's a difficult decision when you love too much

It's poisonous;

toxic

and

addicting.

Is this just a response from the past?

From the past that you always had to lower yourself to anyone

For not expecting something in return

And when you do...

That's the time when they do not need you.

They do not care about you.

They ignore you.

Art image generated for illustration purposes, not my own artwork.