I loved him with a love even
a therapist wouldn't understand.
I still held on even though...
he let go of my hand.

I'd hush my frantic mind as it'd spin in many circles..
I'd wait for him to be done with certain individuals.

I'd run full speed whenever he needed something.
Never once asking him for anything.

This was a case much like the rest..
I'd risk it all and it not be good enough
even though I gave it my very best.

He stabs me repeatedly..
I'd ask if he was okay even though
I'm the one that's bleeding.

I told him how much to me that he meant.
How any time at all with him
was time worth spent.