Cost benefit analysis

I'm the kind of woman
whose love only ever means more
than it seems, not less

When I peel off my clothes
letting them tumble to the floor
I'm also peeling off parts of
my skin, so you can admire
the depths buried beneath
when I wrap my legs around you
I wrap pieces of cardiac muscle
around you too, telling you
"don't disappear too soon, you
might take something with you"

It took me so many years to realize
this wasn't weakness, but strength
because lying on your back and
letting people sow seeds and falsehoods
inside of you is easy
but tearing yourself open so
sunlight can grow those seeds
into oak trees and beauty
is excruciating

When I stop for a moment
and dwell on how much you
take versus how much you offer
me, the kind of man you are
can never be enough for
the kind of woman I am

And since you're an accountant
here's a cost benefit analysis
from a poet
having a weed like you in my life
Is too costly to my flourishing
grove of trees
to let you keep dwelling there