Like pastry you flake, fall off my plate,

As I crumble and begin to disintegrate.
You peel yourself off out of my clasp,
Slipping through my fingers from my desperate grasp.
You are abstract, a concept I can’t reach,
A fairweather friend, a self-centred leech.
You take all you can get but give nothing in return,
Use me to the very end until my embers smoke and burn.
You’ve stolen my essence, my soul and my heart,
Burst open my seams, ripped me wholly apart.



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