
You now spend time
Trying to be someone you are not
For someone new.
You barely talk with me anymore,
Yet in your absence
I am finally seeing you
For who you really are.
She thinks you are warm and caring.
Little does she know you are cold
Dismissive, selfish and unkind.
I serve no purpose to you now
So you make minimal effort.
You used me to make your life easier.
Now that you don’t need me,
You have disregarded me
Like an old, worn, frayed jumper.
Pushed to the back of the cupboard.
But wretched soul,
Please do not search
For the warmth of my embrace
When your deceitful world
Eventually comes crashing down around you.
About the Creator
Cathy Servinis
Notes from my life.
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