Left Loving…

to be the last one caring…

I choose to love you,
but sometimes it seems that I am always the one
left loving
and never loved.

By Loveless

Author of "Kanda Land", "The Universe Inside Her II: a book of unsorted poetic letters", and transcriber of "The 'Eternal I'" by Amalei Hemworth.

One reply on “Left Loving…”

…You ask me to care,
but do you?
Care about me?

I am always the last to care,
I think it’s my job.
To care even when I’m not cared for.
To care beyond the burdensome load of my presence.
Am I not worth caring about?
Do I not deserve love or help or care, too?
I am left loving,
chained to the responsibility of caring,
even alone,
even (and maybe especially) when it is never returned.

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