unbecoming

its so unbecoming – running after you
waking you daily with a smile
and see you shrug it off
disheartened to see your half hearted efforts
at making this work
i retire and withdraw
how long will I beg
how long will I run
i sit where you left me
under the same words where you left me
tired of this you are you say
what does that make me, I think
a pest, a leech, scum?
unravelling, i quit – stay happy!
i won’t be in your path again