If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss*

You never breathe a word about your loss,
But every breath you take,
Reminds you of your loss;
And every word you never say,
Reminds me of your hurt

My embodiment of poetry,
I wish you'd let me see,
All the cuts and pain you hide,
I wish you would just be

Your life is yours alone,
Some times I forget,
My good intentions have often hurt you,
And I don't want another regret

Please hear what I feel,
And know that I am yours,
You don't have to be mine in turn,
I just want a share of your loss