Burn.

Torn like a piece of paper. Over you. Over life.
One half unwilling to let go; stubborn.
The other wanting to find better; sad.
I am truly sad.
Not just because I can't "work out" right now.
I think this feeling has clouded my dreams and permeated my mind for quite some time.
You don't think of me as an investment.
You haven't invested your heart and soul into loving me.
I get the left over pieces after you're done with two sessions, after your blood, sweat and tears have already been used up.
I am what's left after you spend mini-fortunes on items that can never Love you the way I can.
I am tired of wasting my heart and soul on you.
My investment yields nothing but loneliness.
I could have all this and not even be with you - nothing would change with or without you.
I'm not asking for anything crazy, just the usual facets of being in love.
Affection, nice words, nights out that are special.
I feel I deserve all this; I want all this.
I'm realizing you cannot give me this. You don't believe in this. You don't care about this.
I ask myself the point of being in a relationship with you?
Everything is more important than me.
You laugh at how I want someone to be this way with me. You tell me no man is like this; no man will treat me this way.
You just don't believe it. You don't think love is special. But I do.
What I want and what you give me is why I need to move on.