Poetry

I can't believe you and your treacherous ways,
Saying I hate you when I stayed by your side for days,
Calling me stupid as you fall for the sinner,
As if ditching me will make you the winner
Of whatever sick and twisted game you play
Even now, I'll stand by your side each day
My kindness is a price I have to pay,
When I have nothing else left to say
My loyalty's undying,
My conscience never stops trying,
And it's my fault for staying,
Maybe even just for praying
That you would see the light,
And turn all your wrongs to right
Oh well, silly me
I doubt you'll ever see
How great that you can be
Without him.