Let down

You are the one I call my own,

But you treated me with a frown,

Horrible days, then followed,

Your pride, you never swallowed.

 

Listlessly, dejected I went about,

Uncaringly, your day, you tout.

Moody, of me, you dismiss,

While you went on with your tryst.

 

Pieces, I picked up, one by one,

Propped or prodded, I was by none.

Alone, I decided, is the way to go,

With you, there is only sorrow.