Poem: Side Dish

Side Dish

New, different, not the same
I know that's all I am to you
I am a side dish to the main course
I'm the treat you indulge whenever

I know the rules, I know the score
I'm not a fool, I knew what I got into
I can't blame you, I could say no
But my loneliness tells me otherwise

This is your game, I'm just a player
I'm going along for the ride
But eventually my newness will fade
And this toy will be discarded

Someone will get hurt, probably me
I'm the damaged one, you have stability
Something with you I cannot have
I would never demand it, cant

So I ride, knowing where it goes
To an eventual end and pain
But I can't say no, I have to try
But always being the side dish