I can not make him happy.
No matter hard I try.
Time and time again I find myself beset with his problems.
His moods.
His anger.
I will be blamed for the problems
and I know I should not feel guilty
for His failings.
Still I find myself empathizing
and wanting to help.
I should always remind myself
He does not want to commit.
He does not want to work things out.
Not with me.
Not ever.
So I sit here and cry
wondering how much more will it take before I say good-bye.
Saturn's Premier Poet 