The Eternal Curry Leaf

I am sick and tired of being nice to everyone.
Why am I the last option in everyone's life?
I want to be a priority.
How is it that i am able to keep you and your thoughts and your needs above mine?
Sometimes I feel people think of me only when they need something.
People think of me when they know I can do something for them.
I was promised. You said I will be thought of.
I never see you do that.
I am crying within...and am pining to hear you say anything to me at all.
I thought it was love.
I really did...like a fool.
You were just like all the others.
You came and went as you pleased.
And I remain...
The eternal curry leaf.