On the Bright Wheel

Advice here for the lovelorn? No, I am
The lovelorn. I’m the one whose spirit broke
On the bright wheel, and I’m the stupid joke,
The empty threat, the sacrificial lamb.
My life turned into Wham, bam, thank you ma’am
When you set my head spinning. This sad croak
Is what’s left of my vocal chords. The smoke
Has left me wheezing. You don’t give a damn,

But someone ought to. I’m not asking you;
You’ll only chuckle, meanly, savagely,
Pretending you once did care about me.
What difference does it make now? I could stew,
Or I could hope, but failure’s nothing new,
So I gave up on hope. Despair is free.