How much longer will you delude yourself
that this is what it means to be loved,
to be cherished,
to be supported?
How many more nights will you endure
wondering if things will get better?
How many more minutes,
hours and weeks,
months and years,
will you throw away
for someone that will not give to you
what you so freely give to them?
You are better than that.
And you know this.