The tale of the ghosts

It isn't much, I ask of you.
You haven't much to give
And so I bring the very least
Our friendship needs to live.

Yet what I ask is still too much,
I never thought you'd say.
"It isn't fair to ask of me,
Cause He made me this way."

I miss you, friend, too much for words.
I want you to come home.
I never can forget the past
And now I walk alone.

This place,  this town, it eats alive
The ones I love the most.
And I alone am left to tell
The tale of all these ghosts.

It's hard to stick up for yourself, when you know it brings things other than what you want.
I care about you therefore I must let you treat me however you want.
Because when you set boundaries with someone they run away forever.

So we face this challenge.
My self worth vs. Your wishes

I always tell myself that the people who matter stick.
But some times people stick when they don't matter, and sometimes people who matter won't stick.
Because the people who matter change. Some day it won't be them waiting with you, it will be someone else. Love as you may, it doesn't last. And love, sometimes, means letting go.

In the end, you have to be your own ally because you're the only one who has been there through it all, you've seen every thing, heard every word, felt every tear, and woken up each morning to a new dawn.
Be your own friend.
Because if you won't,  who will?