There is nothing I can do about love not reciprocated. There is nothing I can do about it at all. You give, you push, and you pour into. It’s taken, catapulted and watered greatly yet never invested properly. How is it that us women are left with the dead end of the stick? How are we so giving and then…
She poured it all out. Gave him the better parts of her igniting his fire. He was her Earth this vast monument of potential that lead her to water him-freely. Never wanting a drought, she poured from wells hidden deep within. The more he expanded, the frailer she became. She was his host, giving ample nourishment to his dreams. The more…
