The Cycle
I waited for him.
His angry words and hurtful actions I forgave.
When he needed me I was there
And when loneliness was his companion I took it away.
He loved her.
He would tell me how no one else could make him feel the way she did
And that he had never loved another the way he loved her.
She took him for granted.
She never appreciated him
And was angry at him for the most trivial things.
I hated her for not loving him as much as I did.
When he could love no one else,
Neither could I.
He was what I wanted,
And in return he wanted her.
He could never have her,
just as I could never have him.
And so the cycle continued,
Me wanting,
Him loving,
Her taking for granted.
Copyright © Heidi Olson | Year Posted 2010
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