By your hand.

I wonder when I will get anything back for what you take.
All I hear is promises, all I see is those promises broken.
I have never acted so stupid for how smart I am.
I have never settled for this little.
My spirit and my heart are broken by your hand.
For some reason, I continue to have hope in you.
I think I might trick myself into believing I care for you.
My heart is full when you rub my feet and look into my eyes.
Or when you tell me I'm silly when I'm happy.
There is a look your face gets when you adore me.
When you quit progressing, every good feeling I ever had is forgotten, and the empty feeling in my heart comes back.
I sometimes feel like this is over for me, and when it's over I'll never be able to truly love again.
It is very obvious to the people who were involved in my life before you that I am very unhappy.
I wish that my tears were enough to make it click for you.
I sound stupid when I make excuses for you.
If I hear you tell me you were stupid and will do better one more time, I'm going to scream.
I sound like a pathetic woman with no self esteem who lives for her man because she has no idea how to make herself happy.
I know you're unhappy too, because in your eyes, I am so difficult to make happy.
I don't want to hear your excuses or promises anymore.

I want progress.
I want concern.
I want a relationship.
Or I want out.