Priceless Soul

I sold myself to you aware that I wasn’t worth the price.

You come along with money in your hand,

equipped with the words to cajole me and a smile that made my choice easy.

Finally, I was given to someone that felt I was worthy of their time.

I thought you would sell your soul to me, because I’d give anything to own it.

Honestly, you’re worth every penny.

All the effort and energy with you would be worth the money.

Someone that could never be duplicated nor returned.

You were someone I wanted.

I assumed the payment was a one-time offer.

Pay once, and you’re mine forever.

I never realized purchasing your soul would mean me

giving away everything I had for a faulty product,

all for nothing.

I let myself become broke investing in you.

Yet even if someone asked if I regret the decision I made, I would

still say you’re worth all I gave to you.

I wouldn’t change the purchase.

I’m sure you’re returning my soul as I write.

I think I’ll continue to see you this way, as irreplaceable.

Next time, I’ll try to attract another buyer,

one who is unafraid to sell his soul to me.

I will care for him until the day he chooses my soul isn’t worth the headache.

Hopefully, that fateful day won’t hurt as much as the last.

 

Love,

the one you never loved

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