You’re just like a politician, always making promises you can’t keep.
“I know you’re not happy the way things are. But don’t worry. I’m going to make a change. Just stick with me. It’s going to get better.”
I do. And it doesn’t.
You speak of changes like the word means something to you.
“Things will change. I promise.”
You don’t even know what a promise is.
Lies. It’s all lies you tell to keep me hanging on, hanging around.
If I just hold on, it will all be OK. It will change. It will get better.
Weeks turn into months. Months turn into years. There’s no change. You promised me change.
Like a lost puppy dog, I follow you blindly. I do what you ask. I don’t complain. I believe in you.
I sit quiet, hopeful that one day the change will come.
I’m still waiting.