Alone

I’m your last call, your backup when no one else will answer. A shadow dragged out when you’re lonely, nothing more than a cheap fix. You pull me close, only to shove me away when real life shows up— like I’m some broken toy you’ve outgrown but won’t throw out. I’m not your convenience, not your empty chair to fill. I’m not the fool waiting to be discarded when you’re done. I’m done being your afterthought— your desperate grasp for company. And yet— no matter how much you use me, how far you push me away, I still love you. Maybe that’s my curse, my weakness, to love the one who breaks me most. But use me once more— and you’ll find I’m gone. Forever.