Stuck
in a never ending cycle
of being
dropped
on my ***
each and every time
the ride ends
Picked up and
dropped
smashed
left
abandoned
and lost
It is time
for me to end
the cycle
to save myself from the
pain
torture
heartache
unable to breath
without the thought of you
yet unable to move the blood
through the pathways of my veins
with you here
all I can think
is about the next time
the ride will end
and she will be standing
blonde and beautiful
at the ticket line
holding your hand.
I will be left
in the dust
dropped
from the ferris wheel
And I have used all my tickets.