Of all of life’s price tags
You really left a dent in me.
I’d always give you credit,
Yet you left me in debt.
You scored a breakup
On such a sour note,
I hope you’re happy
With yourself.
The gaslighting,
Inflation of false love.
Words of war.
Sent me in a Great
Depression.
I guess the value
Of my effort
Never mattered.
I’m bankrupt,
You blew the safe.
I guess you don’t
Know how to
Handle a
Diamond
Like me,
Guess you
Had to rob
My spaces
For your
Own benefit.
Pawn our relationship
For some cheap gems.
I put my faith in you,
My friend betted on
You, but
I didn’t.
I thought you needed saving,
Exchanging it for ignorance.
When you vacuumed my savings
Thought you were heaven-sent
I guess my money means more than I do,
Treated you like gold or platinum,
but you were only worth a cent.
I guess the quarters were your quest
to forget me, gamble my doubts
After all, how come it makes sense-
Slipping pennies in my eye slits to
Make a wish that you weren’t shit.
Like a game slot, I lose more
Then I bargained for it.
A Negative Balance