Never Enough

I loved you, selflessly,
completely,
foolishly.
I gave you all I had.
But it was never enough.
I cared for you, protected you, defended you,
and never asked for anything in return.
I would have taken my own life for you.
And even that was not enough.
You hurt me and you hit me and you put me down.
But still I held on.
Hoping, praying, that one day you would love me and cherish me as I love and cherish you.
As you said you did.
I helped you and supported you and did for you all I could.
And more.
But it was not enough.
Each night, on my knees I begged for you to give me all I needed.
But my soul knew that my useless prayers were merely word that fell on deaf ears.
And that my heart, swelled with false hopes, would soon shatter and break.
But still I held on.
A piece of me died when you left and my broken heart sank through the floor as I wondered what more I should have done.
Though I knew what ever else I could have given you would not have been enough.
And yet still I'm holding on.
---Twisted Poet