A/N: As usual, I needed to get this off my mind and out of my system. I think we all feel that way, no? This is pretty self-explanatory, I think. I am trying to come up with a different title. R&R me, I'll R&R you. Keep writing, it makes me smile. -pammy. (A side note-does anyone know how to format this so it dosen't skip lines?).


I'm wasting too much time on you.

I wish I didn't, but there's nothing better to do.

Let's face it; you're the one who picks me up,

and drops me without realizing you've done anything at all.

And I've come to realize, swearing I won't think about you-

is still putting my energy into, well, thinking about you.

Why do I insist on wasting my time,

when you're clearly okay leaving me behind?

I'm sick and tired of listening to you,

ranting on and on about others better than you.

(Don't you know there's no such thing?)

It's a sad, sick, cycle-you have your own demon.

Someone you love so much it hurts,

you cling helplessly to their every word,

and hand over the power I've handed over myself.

You don't know what it's like, you say,

while I wish I could carry your problems away,

to want someone so badly,

so much it hurts, and you don't know

if leaving them is for better or for worse.

Of course not. How could I know what it's like,

to stare at the phone for minutes at a time,

or purposely block my mind of such things,

barely concealing my shock if the phone rings?

I can't, I guess, I'm just the best friend.

Beggars can't be choosers; I'll take what I can get.

(And I'm begging to be chosen, you must have noticed that.)

I wish it didn't have to be quite like this-

that I would wish for you to feel the way I do-

it makes me feel selfish, it makes me feel annoyed.

We have the same problem, but we can't fill the same void.

I suppose I'll start watching you from afar,

its probably safer if you're farther from my heart.

I tell myself I'm content, no matter how it ends.

The truth is, I'm not sure that's exactly what I meant.