Ghosted

I gave you time

To say; it’s not fine.

I gave you chance

To say there’s no romance.

You said you were honest

You couldn’t make a promise.

To start ghosting me

Seems dramatic, you’re free.

Move on, be happy

I’ve grown flabby.

Lost my looks;

Can’t even cook.

Not much of a catch

You’d leg it in a flash.

Time to face the truth

Reality is not a dream booth.

You are my drug

Which makes you smug.

It’s time to go

With just memories; to show.