Word of the Day Challenge #96-Untitled Poem

Fingers pressed

rain dusted pane

pain

glowing lights

fade

amber to gold

to silence.

Lost

lips tremble

I hate this

hate feeling I am meaningless

a game

played by you

until bored

I become garbage on the side.

Do you laugh?

Do you point?

Do you crow?

Look at that stupid bitch

falling for me

falling for you

cow

she is willing to do anything

play her along

get what you need

show those videos

disrespect 

she will never know.

Each unanswered message

each unanswered call

tears

fall like rain

realizing

ghosting me

was your game.

©April 1/20

Picture my own