Monologue of time

She always says that I’ll always be there for her.

But she doesn’t realize how much it hurts when she takes me for granted.

I am always there though, that I can’t deny. 


She keeps blaming me as if I were some kind of person that she could easily shut out.

And she does that too by the way.

She thinks if they will notice that she’s not listening, they’ll leave her alone.

Alone. Huh. She seems to be alone, that I can’t deny.


She slept for only three hours yesterday.

I was trying to give her a piece of me, I really was.

But her anxiety woke her up and she didn’t need me anymore.

More like I couldn’t be there anymore. For her. 


I feel sorry for her.

But at the same time I am sad.

She notices me only a few times a week.

And it’s getting less and less often. 

Will she remember about me?


I keep hearing that she will go out one day.

She keeps saying it every day.

Once in a while she does,

But then again - she blames me for not being enough.


How can something even be enough?

I was always there for her.

I'm enough!

I wish she'd notice that and let me in.

  • Author: littlegreenbag (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 22nd, 2022 15:20
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just some thoughts that were in my mind about the last couple of days
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