In the end, when all is naked, revealed, said,
I have only myself to blame.
I’m selling my blood for kindness,
I’m offering my limbs for affection,
Pretending it’s love, it’s mine, for me,
Pretending it’s me who you see.
As much as it hurts to be giving it all
For breadcrumbs and drops
It’s nothing compared to the shame that I feel
Knowing I’d do it again.
Alenka H., 2021