The Constant Letdown

There for me,
but not I for them,
offering assistance
only to receive none.
Blessing me with
their faithfulness
but receiving an empty
feeling of hopelessness.
They come back
to give even more
as they are left
at the foot of the door.
The caring for
a soul that's selfish
only to receive another
wound in need of a stitch.
They deserve something else
other than what's given,
yet they receive it
and count it forgiven.
Never to turn a back
or so much as a cheek
they take it all in stride
and take it most meek.
Victims of the constant letdown,
they get up again
and accept every grain
of imperfection that I am
only to accept me back
with all of my flaws,
the forever friend dedicated for eternity,
to give me their all.