Tricked into thinking I was popular.

I thought I'd changed.
I thought I'd become the person
That most people liked.
If not most, then at least half.
Or even some.
A few?
Now I am out of sight,
Out of mind,
No one wants to know.

My partner has read an email
That said that I was struggling with loneliness,
Inferred from it,
That his absence from my life will help.
That him sending me texts
Clearly meant for someone else
Will make me feel better.
He is wrong.

People that claimed they'd speak to me
As often as they could
Have actually turned out
To be suddenly supremely busy.
People posing as my closest friends
When I was home,
Read my messages,
Ignore them. Never message back.

1200 miles away,
Out of sight,
Out of mind.
Cheat on me,
Ignore me,
Hurt me,
Make me feel empty.
Just make sure to pretend you care
When I get home.