Forgiven

I laugh to keep from crying, as you rant.
Talking bullshit about what you don't know.
But like always, that's nothing new.
You are too quick to assume, too close-minded to ask before you judge.
But I get it.
It's not like I'd tell you anyway.
I mean, why would I?
You laughing in my face is something I'm use to, but that doesn't mean that I want it.
It's funny how none of this shit is ever brought up when you need something.
Which is starting to seem like all the time.
I realize now,
That your a fucking leech.
Draining me of what you need, and then tossing me to the side,
Until you'll need me again.
And you know, for some reason I let you.
Every single time I let you continue your pattern,
In the end loving you for all it's worth.
But I'm tired now.
Tired of this fucking cycle that I won't break.
And I deserve it.
I go back every time.
Your kind words sooth the ache you left last.
Words forgotten when you speak again.
And I wish that I could let you go.
But I'm forever bound to you.
Needing you to want me.
Wanting you to need me.
I can't say that this...feeling will ever change.
As much as I may need it to.
But I hope you realize someday,
The way I felt...feel.
And when you do,
You're forgiven.