Sharing
It doesn't always mean caring.
We once shared everything.
We shared a car,
we shared a closet,
we shared a bed.
Most importantly, we shared love.
But then you took it.
You stole my love.
& you’re keeping it to yourself.
No longer sharing your
love with me either.
The mermaid on my left arm,
your love inked into my skin.
I saw all of the positives
when you left,
so I brushed off any negatives
...until you gave me the negatives
We stopped sharing love.
But if I could have even a fraction
of your love back,
I wouldn’t be greedy at all,
I would be satisfied with what I have
I would share everything with you.
Again.
(2015)
