Author: Maria Pollard

You come out every week.
To batter your body.
You stay here with me.
But in a dreamland.
You go away with an injured part.
But pretend to be satisfied.
Your hurting and helpless.
But risky and daring.
And it's all for me.
You brake your bones and risk your life.
For me.
I've never realized it, till this day.
I've found it out.
That you love me.
Not in that way, but you have passion.
And you jump and spring and have lots of fun.
For me.
The punishment your body takes.
The life you wish you took.
But you don't realize that it's for me.
You see me yet you don't.
You wonder yet your terrified.
You don't think about it coming.
But it's there.
I hope you use my memory and remember.
And wonder if you care.
You care for me, I care for you.
And I love you for who you are.
And I know everything you do is...
For me.