I give myself away. in chunks. in time. in sweat. in laughs. in tears. in conversations. in energy. in trust. in words. in generosity. in love. in smiles. in hope. in wishes. in thoughts. in breaths. in song. in whispers.
I give myself away. And when I’m betrayed….I act surprised….
But is it not brave to give freely and without bias? Is that unconditional love? Or is that a delusion?
why be upset over something so predictable
why be hurt when I cause my own demise
why be pained when I kept trusting and wishing and wanting for something I know was unreal
why chase heartbeats of ghosts.