The Novelty

The novelty has gone,

you used to read

every line that I spun.

Now you have more

important things to do

which don’t involve me

or any of our old crew.

You used to tell me

what you thought

even if it meant criticising

 something I wrote.

The mask that you

wore has slipped

and now you don’t care

that my heart has been ripped.

Too long you have spent

dancing to my beat,

no longer are you

going to take a backseat.

One life is all that we have

and you’re not going

to waste what’s left

on someone that had

you feeling oppressed.

woman leaning on bookshelf
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