It's two months later
and you've finally broke the silence
and yet the rift between us
only seems to have grown wider
You only talk to me
when I have something you need
all you do is take, take, take
and I'm left feeling like this.
You and I both know it's true
yet I'm too weak to stop you
all I do is give, give, give
and then the cycle starts all over again.
take, give, take , give
everything for you
nothing for me
I'm waiting until the day
I become empty, run out
I fear that it's near
then what will you do?
go drain someone else!
So, this poem isn't exactly one of my best pieces...hopefully I'll write something better soon.
