At Your Disposal

my world stopped again
because you left again
and you’re tired of me again
it’s the same old shit again.

you took me on another blissful ride
and casually dropped me off.
you never came to pick me up
and that’s how I knew you were done (again).

yet here I am (again)
screaming for attention as I
carefully pick up the pieces
of deceit, shame and rejection.

I’ve been trying to put everything together
until I finally fucking realized
you took the most important piece
so that I could never be complete
without you….