Not Enough for You

You asked for more time,

and I gave it to you.

You asked for more visits,

so I came to see you often.

You asked for more affection,

so I tried to make you feel loved.

You asked for my help,

I listened and advised.

You asked for a loan,

and I trusted you with my money.

How much more will you ask for?

Will you take everything I can give

and, unsatisfied, still ask for more?

Will you ever ask how you can give back,

or realize how I need you, too?

Or will you run me dry

without ever being satisfied,

before moving on to find new ways

to fulfill your insatiable desires?

Is my love not enough for you?