Didn't you owe me an explanation
For taking the whole of my twin bed as a granted tonight
Not knowing quite where or if I would sleep?

I believe I was owed an apology
When aching and wrenching out my eyes,
Thoughts of letting my life spill red onto a clean mattress,
you opted for a couch.
"I'd rather not be around that," your only motivation.

I demand to know the reason I've become your chauffeur,
Why it's expected that I give these things to you
Simply because I can
And answer that you know
When your use of me has run dry,
So too shall any attention or affection left for me.

I, as is,
fight for what can be salvaged from my investment.
It's blood from a stone now, as far as I'm concerned,
But wouldn't it be nice if that stone broke?
Like coal to diamonds
I loved you for your potential.
Like quartz to diamonds
I love not you
But a shadow of what you represent.
 

~Jan Brian Vis