Suturing

Before i even knew you,
Before i even held you in my arms,
Before i could even confess my love to you,
You served me on a silver platter,
Like a serving of braised pork ribs and sour lamb chops,
You delivered me to my pitiful end,
I had to make you happy,
I followed you all along,
I thought i could be happy,
If i made your sister happy,
May be you’d be happy,
I overestimated myself,
I underestimated you,
Your nerves to play blind,
Your guts to ignore your feelings,
How could such a feat make me smile,
I became selfish, self centered,
I wasn’t going to give up on you, on us,
I had to fight for the chance,