Distant

Insulted, disrespected, neglected.
That's the cry of the heart afflicted.
With your dismissive tone,
You shove me aside like a chewed bone.
So selfishly, you can turn off your feelings along with your phone,
I see, your cares lie with you alone.
Though afflicted, I am just fine.
Carry on for you aren't mine.
You need your space so please, be free.
You aren't my property;
You obviously don't belong to me.
Saving face is what you love to do,
But don't forget that I am hurting too.