Don't call me
The latest flavour
Of the month.
Another fad
To be tossed aside
On garbage day
To the curb.
Giving me
A month or so
Before I change
My mind.
Truth is
I have experience
The brutal downside
That life can give.
That would've left
A lesser person
Crying
In total despair.
What you consider
A rash
And impulsive decision
On my part.
To throw
Everything away
And begin
Anew.
Although
You never say so
Your body language does
Loud and clear.
Never considering
My life isn't centered
Around your wants
And needs.
To do
Whatever
You want.
At your beck
And call.
Those days
Are long gone
Like one
Of those stories.
You find
In a long forgotten
History book.
Never expecting you
To understand this
Regardless
How many times
I try and fail.
Therisa © 2017
Author's note: Just something, I needed to write.
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