The Altar Of You

I spent years starving myself

of the love I hungered for the most.

I learned to live with the ache of longing,

carrying it like a wound I refused to let heal.

I poured every ounce of tenderness into loving you

believing that if I gave enough, I would finally feel whole.

But the love I was searching for,

was never yours to give,

it was my own.

Yet I spent years laying it at your feet,

sacrificing myself piece by piece

in the name of you.