Submission- My back hurts from bowing down.
Attraction — Was once so strong now can’t be found.
Affection — One gift i wish you would return.
Frustration — as i accede.
I do not deserve your frigidness, such callousness, yet i persist.
What’s wrong with me?
I told you «you can’t be replaced», you showed me I’m disposable.
Spit in my face, as I submit, so I quit!
