Is it worth it?

Like the hair upon your shoulders

You heart burns, flashes of orange and red. 

Golden heart strings scorch the inner ribcage 

And scar the lungs that lay beside them, dead,

Making it harder to breath. 

Your hands are rouge, tattered and torn apart,

Healing slowly and bruising, while the boy still 

stands ahead, always ahead and wandering. 

Your throat is now dry from the hours of screaming

A name, the rules of a game, the pain regained 

in raining, fighting matches. 

And the sweet syrup that slips 

down your throat in the form of his words

Stains and stops the grainy scratching for a short second. 

You hurt for something small,

So much pain and crawling, 

carving hearts and doves on the wall.

You need to think, is it worth all the suffering. 

Waiting, this relationship’s positivity buffering. 

Or are you bluffing to yourself,

Continue fluffing up the truth for yourself.

You need not scar yourself for him, 

Cry for him and lie to yourself for him.

Worry for him and cut for him,

Burn for him or recoil for him.

You need to find out what you want.

What you can have and what you can’t.

What is worth fighting for, and what is better letting go.