Every Ending is a Disservice

If everything has a cost

what’s the cost of loving like this?

what’s the cost of being a flight risk?

what’s the cost of making a bet-

on wants and needs unmet?

I will never be sure.

All i know is I’m currently in debt

cause you told me you can’t be what I need

and in my grief, all I could say is

“I still don’t want anyone else.”

I know I said I felt relief at the end

and part of me does-

the part that would consistently bend

but the rest of me knows

I’d find more solace in your lips

in the form of a kiss

where my mouth is split wide

as your tongue discovers the feelings I hide.

Please…can’t you just fill this crevice?

Sure as the waves return to tide,

every ending is a disservice.