Disposable Lover

I feel like...

I'm too old for this shit.

I'm never too old for this shit...

I'm sick of this shit.

I'm sick of being your disposable lover

I wish you'd jump off your teeter-totter

And learn to make up your own mind.

I hate

very little.

But my pain

runs deeper yet.

I hate

running, always running.

Running to find you,

running away from you,

running just to hustle.

Would you let,

Let me love you?

No, no is the answer I bet.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Alas heartbreak

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