You....A Conversation

I have been patient.
I have been kind.
I have given you,
plenty of time.

Now is the time
to say what's
on my mind.

I am tired of giving,
to never receive.
I know for you that
is hard to believe.

I am tired of trying
to make this last,
when you act like
I am your past.

I pour my heart
out to you,
asking what I
need to do.
What have I
done  wrong?
No answer, short
or long.

Blank stares back,
emotions you lack.
Can't even tell me why,
even as I beg and cry.

I wish I did not
love you,
but I still
do.
I still cling,
to the thought
of me and you.

I don't know why
I still do.....
because you are
not the same you.

You were so giving
and kind;
so generous with
your time.
Now you just take,
do only for your
own sake.

Selfish and cruel
you have become;
I still cling to you
when I should run.

I see you....
It is not like I am blind.
I know you....
You were once all mine.
It is not like I am looking
through rose colored glass.
I see you what you've become,
a mean, ungiving ass.

But I believe in the lie
that my heart has spun,
that even that shall pass.

So here I stay...
to cry,
yet another day.
In the hope that
I shall have You
back some day.