If you would only ask

I feel so walked on, and used. You were unhappy when I met you. It seems that you are fine now. After everything I did, everything I helped you through. I did your dishes, because you asked. I cleaned your bathroom, because you asked. I took out your garbage, because you asked. I helped you move , because you asked. I rubbed your feet, because you asked. I massaged and scratched your back every night I was with you, because you asked. I threw sex to the wayside, because you asked. I put hundreds of dollars, and miles on my car, just so I could see you twice a week, because you asked.

I would have destroyed the planet, if you had asked. I would have spent more time with you, if you had asked. I would have done anything, if you had asked. I would have been what you needed, if you had only asked.

Now that all of the changes in your life are through, I get tossed away, because you don't need me anymore. Because you got bored. Because you didn't love "us" anymore. Because you don't love me anymore.

I wished to all the gods and Devils, that we could try to make it work. You won't. You refuse. Those things made me think.

If the opportunity presented itself, I don't know what I would do, now. You shattered me to pieces one too many times already. Who is to say that you won't do it again? For that question alone, unless proved otherwise, I cannot and will not trust you with me again. Then again, you don't love me anymore. You gave me my heart back, broken, battered, and trod upon... And you could care less. I wish that you felt like me. Bad and good. The bad, so you understand my anguish. The good, so you could understand my love.

But you threw us away. You healed me, then broke me even further. You should have come to your senses, before it resulted in this. I could have done something about it. I would have.

But you told me you would not, because I asked.