how convenient
that i am only here when you need me
is it that i miraculously vanish after i've served my purpose?
i sit in the dark hoping for the next text i receive is from you. but it never is. until something goes wrong.
you need money. you need a place to stay. you are sad. you need help. you make me feel worthless. but the short few moments you talk to me i feel loved.
i sit here wallowing in self pity and none of it matters. you don't care. you never have.
why do you do this.
why is it so convenient.
