Half a year of you in my bed,
meaningless *** and a lot of nothingness.

I know I meant as much to you
as spare change on your rich days.
Mostly forgotten but nice to have around
when you didn't get paid.

******* and your truth.
You say you can't do it anymore,
when did that occur to you?
Did you find something else to do,

someone else to use?
I was a good kid once. I'm sure you were, too.