As you turned your back one more time
Something in me snapped
as I felt the bitter slap
of you leaving once again.
I, I am sick
of only being wanted
when you want your good feelings
You cannot promise scores of good times
to then crush my face into the dirt.
I am trying my best to see through the hurt
but this time,
I light the match
and watch my bridge of beauty burn
I wish you a bittersweet goodbye