Breaking Point

This is the last straw;

I'm tired of flaking,

Because I feel taken for granted,

Always that way when you stand me up.

After tonight it's up to you to hang out.

Apparently control is not in our hands;

No, just my hands.

I've been drowned by you too many times;

Actions speak louder than words right?

So now I let your words dissolve...

Into acid of disappointment.

Let's not be mistaken:

It is out of your control after all,

So perhaps it is unfair to pin the fault on you?

What's that? Oh sorry I was thinking,

Just trying to decide where you stand

In my mental rankings.

Based on feelings, you're in solid ice.

And you should know my feelings well.

Clearly you always meant more to me

Than I do you...

Not that you understand what that's like.

Does this happen to others?

Meaning are you a flake to everyone?

Or is it me only?