The years were wasted on you.
You looked down your nose
At every chance to grow, to change.
All that precious time
Sliding off your back, untouched.
You looked down your nose at me
When I told you he was no good -
You said you didn’t care.
You said you’d wait for him anyway.
(The flowers on your end table are wilting.)
Every chance you get
To put down the shovel and climb out,
You just keep digging that hole.
Your friends are running out of ropes.
The ladder was sold for scrap last month.
Time is precious, and I wish
You could understand what that means -
That though you blame him
For wasting the “best years of your life,”
You gave them to him, to do as he wished.
Every kindness slides off your back
Like tears off waterproofed lashes.
At night, when the city sleeps,
And you’re alone with yourself,
Do you ever wonder -
Would they be so kind to me
If I weren’t so **** sad?
This is a little vent about a friend of mine who keeps waiting for a guy she's in love with to love her back. She wastes all her time and energy on him, and she takes the people who do love her for granted.