Three Second Notice

Submission – My back hurts from bowing down.
Attraction – Was once so strong, now can’t be found.
Affection – One gift I wish you would return.
Frustration – as I accede.
I do not deserve your frigidness,
such callousness, yet I persist.
(What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me?)
I told you “you can’t be replaced”, you showed me I’m disposable.
Spit in my face as I submit, so I quit!