thelovewhisperer
No matter what you do to me, I’m still here. For some odd reason, I
 stick around and put up with all your mood swings and unkind words. I
 just let your comments roll off me into a puddle on the floor. I make up
 excuses on why you didn’t call, try to think of all the answers. I keep
 going back for more even though sometimes you push me away. I 
don’t know if I can do better, but do I really want to? You’re quick to
 push me down when all I want is to be brought up. When I walk out for
 good, when I really gain the strength I need then maybe you will see.
 Maybe you can look back and say, “Wow that girl really did love me.