Turning My Poems Into Profanity

Poem about giving and taking in a relationship.

I give up things every time you call,
I turn my back to friends and walk away.
I cancel plans just to be with you
but you seem to think it's just a play.

Maybe I am judging you a little hard,
considering what's going on.
Perhaps it would be good to talk about it
instead of waiting 'til it's gone.

It just feels like I'm the only one giving,
while you take and take.
If this goes on for much longer
I know I'll break.

I knew perfectly clear what I was getting myself into
when I got together with you.
It seems however, I'm not strong enough
to carry this through.

I need to know that what I do is worth it,
not have my hopes betrayed again.
Every time you've broken me
I've counted slowly up to ten.

I'm on the brink of insanity,
losing what was left of my humanity,
turning my poems into profanity.

Let me know that it's all worth it,
pick the problem apart bit by bit,
if it all explodes I'll take that hit.

Hand me a reason to carry through,
show me proof that your words are true,
and I will end it all with a simple "Thank You".