It would’ve been better to let me fall

than to step in and pick me up,

carry me around like a little toy,

then throw me away from a higher place

I almost didn’t survive the impact

But I couldn’t give you the satisfaction

of being right to toss me aside

Besides, I’m an expert at self-reassembly

So I’m gathering up the pieces

you so callously left behind

and I’ll carry on regardless

in spite of and to spite you

And I hope someday you glance back

at what you shed yourself of

with at least a little flicker of regret

But I won’t hold my breath

and I’ll try not to think about it

I have too much on my hands

trying to get by