The Gamble

I stay even when they
throw me out like
a garbage bag of trash
full of their own waste
cremating me to ash.
I stay even when they
shove me down like
a puppy on two legs
whining for their love
neglected enough to beg.
I stay even when
I ought to run away.
Even when they hurt
my heart and heart my hurt
I still plunge in head first.
I stay even though
I know they’re bad.
Life is a gamble, a bet.
With them, at least I know
for certain exactly what I’ll get.

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