The Curb

From my perch on the curb,
I sit, I watch, I observe.
I see all that happens,
And I wait for this to end.
I fight the constant pull
Of the lies and all the bull,
I try not to feel like trash,
But inside, I'm being smashed.
From the curb I have a great view;
It's your fault I'm here, but I don't blame you.
You left me on the curb,
Where I watch, I see, I observe.
I know you're slipping from my grasp--
This isn't the first time, or the last--
I leave, but I always return.
I get put back in my place on the curb.
I can watch, listen, and see.
If you looked, you'd see me bleed.
I see I'm losing you,
Because I have a great view
From this spot on the curb,
Where I watch, listen, observe.
I've been here too many times,
But to leave I would need to climb,
And my limbs are weak;
The future seems bleak.
I have not the strength required
To leave the curb--I'm tired,
And even I can barely take
All of this heartbreak.
So I shall stay on the curb.
I shall watch; I shall observe.
And I will still protect you,
Because danger is in my view,
Though you put me here,
There is no blame, do not fear.
I will not hate you.
I will not blame you.
I will watch, I will observe,
From my place on the curb.