Accessory

I’m done being your nice accessory.

You either value me, or you don’t.

I’m done with your lies,

The way you pretend to want me

Only to put me on the back burner.

You say you didn’t forget,

Yet when your nights run long,

You don’t communicate… not a word.

You call me drunk, again and again,

And I’m tired of your lies.

All you do is make me cry,

And I don’t know why.