you don’t have to take
what I’d freely offer
if you want to cut me down
I’ll hand you the axe
that’s what you never understood
(and how I’ll never know)
for you I’d have done anything
if for just the slightest chance
of making your life better
I threw myself at your feet
only to get stepped on
as you walked away
and even now I wish for
some way to make you smile
even as you throw my way
those not so hidden barbs
I’m not likely to get over
the impression that you made
even though it would be for the best