Half of a Whole

Nothing

Is more painful

Than knowing

You never cared.

You could never

Look at me

The way

You look at her.

And now,

I’m left

Alone.

You were

And always will be

My other half.

And now,

I don’t have

Enough pieces

To make myself whole

Ever again.

How is it

That I never learned

How to play

The game of life?

You trick me

Again and again.

I never learn

You don’t care.

You just use me

To feel better

Until you find someone

To make you happy.

I’m sorry

I’m not enough.

Maybe someday

I’ll find someone

To make me whole

Forever.

Not just when it

Conveniences them.