You say  that you're here for me,

but I know  that by this time next month you'll be gone.

You see,

this is your pattern. 

You do not stay for long,

you never  do. 

Although  I love you,

I've become accustomed  to losing you over and over again.

It's become apart of my life,

sometimes I see it coming, 

other times I don't.

I enjoy  your company while you're here,

for I know that in a matter of time I'll be missing  it.

I love you unconditionally,

I swear  I do.

I just wish  that you'd see that,

and maybe,

just maybe,

stay.