Sacrifice
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Dana Shirreff, Grade 11
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Poetry
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2015
I got sick for you
I risked everything too.
Yet you didn’t care
You thought it was sweet, rare.
Damn rare it was
Now you’re my cause.
You gave me things
Said I had wings
That I came from heaven
When I saw you at 11.
I don't believe you anymore
My heart is broken and sore.
Nothing you can say will make it better
My love you wore like a soft, warm sweater.
You took advantage of me
And for that, I'm not sorry.
I used to love you more than ever.
But now, it's these bonds I sever.