Bitter

I would

I would have given you the shoes off my feet and the shirt right off my back, even knowing they wouldn't fit you.

I would have dived head first into the treacherous of water to save you from drowning, even knowing I couldn't swim myself.

I would have parted the sea and planned an escape for you, even knowing I don't believe in anything godly.

I would have let myself bleed out if you told me your favorite color was red.

I would have dropped to my knees and begged my maker for one, just one more day with you, knowing you hadn't appreciated a single day you had with me.

I would have ended up dead if you stayed.

I would not know when to stop giving. And you would not know when to stop taking.