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.