At the Crossroads

You string me along
like floss
then toss me away
like a song.
You want me
only when it's
convenient -
when your pastel
world loses
color and you
need me to
brighten the walls.

But now I see
your game -
I'm wise to your
disguise.
Not afraid to
walk away, I
leave you at
the crossroads
facing your own
demise.


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