The Girl Who Waited

I was never worshipped
Or adored
Not with any passion;
All consuming.

Loved, yes;
Steady and gentle.
Forgiven
Acts of betrayal
Without question
As if there was nothing
To it;
Water off a ducks back.

Like that
Was all that was needed.

And I should be grateful.
I should.
I know I should.

Because that is who I am.

Just me, here,
Waiting for your mercy,
Impassive,
Compliant.

Just someone who waits.

But underneath all this
I wanted to be some bodies world.