30/30 Give Anyway

no,

my dear

all lovers will not be yours

some you will unfold
delicately like origami
you won't know how to recompose
slowly as the gift of sunlight
to the darkness
but what shelters inside
can only be for another to enjoy

some lovers you will welcome to your inn
once fed and full-bellied spent,
they will be on their way again
another is waiting to welcome them home

It will hurt.

but only if you dare to carve your initials

into the direction of their purity

you see, they were never yours

anyway

they cannot be more than their own
just because you gave them so much

of yourself

doesn't mean it will ever be a fair trade

nor should it.

the road which leads to regret

is paved by those who give 

only to get