She advances to go, collects the 200 bucks times two.
She grabs hers and without remorse what belongs to you.
You are a puppet who panders to her most selfish desires.
You are the caretaker that flames her egotistical fires.
You shuffle through your days like a deck of cards.
She looks straight through invisible you, no regards.
She casts you aside until she needs another handout.
When in want, you will be the first to hear her shout.
You feel any part of her is better than none at all,
so you waste your days waiting for her to call.
You pretend you see her smile, anything to help you cope
as you reach for the warmth in the touch for which you hope
You go home alone and revel in your dreams.
Each day is closer, or so to you it seems.
Tomorrow is another day, to wish for love, to live.
Tomorrow is another day, to her you will give.
Three Word Wednesday Prompt: Advance, Pander, Shuffle