At least, I thought
I had done all possible.
THe stones had all been turned.
Yet nowhere did I find
you wanting me, you needing me.
I lied for you.
I cried for you.
I played for you.
And strayed for you.
I nearly died for you.
And hopefully prayed for you.
Was I required to bleed for you as well?
Would that have made you mine?
You had but to ask.
I'd have gladly cut myself.
In fact, I have.