Like biting down on a credit card.
That was the taste of his love for me.
He measured his love by
how much he spent on me.
One sapphire pendant,
another day’s duty discharged.
I started to think the same way.
It grew into cancer that killed me.
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“It grew into cancer that killed me.”
That is very profound.
Comment by gautami — August 24, 2007 @ 4:35 am
Aptly titled and well written!
Comment by Tumblewords — August 24, 2007 @ 11:57 am
So many people (especially men) seem to think that spending money on their partner (or doing lots of DIY) in itself equates love.
Comment by Crafty green Poet — August 25, 2007 @ 3:10 am
you said a lot well said
Comment by harmony — September 10, 2007 @ 1:17 pm