I Don't Want To Do This Anymore

Alone.
I don't want to be
Your sweet friend
Who always listens,
Who always cares,
Who always lets you leave
With someone more exciting.
I don't want to be
The man you complain to
That all men are bastards
When you are discarded
With the breakfast cereal.
I don't want to watch you
Waste your life
On perfect bodies
With perished minds
Just because you think
The sex will be good.
I don't want to spend my hours,
Heart breaking
Over what could be,
What may be,
What will never be.
I don't want to do this anymore,
But I will.