It’s funny you thought you were an asset
Moving about my life just as comfortably as you pleased
What you failed to realize was that you were in fact a good time transformed into a liability
Like a new toy, your shininess began to fade away and my desire to place you at the bottom of the toy box was great
No longer did I have the energy to entertain your presence
The space between my thighs was crowded with names and faces that I could no longer recall
I am spent
I too became comfortable
Losing myself
Misinterpreting your consistency for care
For the sake of pillow talk
I was willing to keep you around
Willing to ignore that I deserved more
Than a man who stayed around because it was convenient
I could no longer live in untruths
I wanted more from someone who could offer me nothing
Being your good time girl was okay for the moment
And to that end, I say thank you but the bottom of the toy box is where I must leave you
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