Love Is Not a Boomerang
There was a time when I would come back to him. I would let him tell me it was over, go off and have his fun, and then be right where he left me when he wanted to come back. But the next time he comes back, he's in for a rude awakening. I'm through with being his boomerang.
No longer can he throw me away like a toy that would come back to him when he was ready. No longer will I allow him to use me as a plaything, letting him break me. I'm not building blocks, I'm not a dress up doll, and I'm certainly not a boomerang.
He's left me so many times, to be with another. That's what happens when a guy is a huge quidditch star. He has his groupies, but he would never cheat. See he would break up with me for about a week, get his kicks and then come back to me. I'd let him, time and time again I came back to him. But in the end I wasn't enough. His appetite for his playtime was much too large. He needed more than one toy. He wanted several. He claimed I was his favorite though.
He told me he loved me every day, even on the days we were broken up, he would send me flowers or owl me and tell me he loved me, and that he would never cheat on me. But he's going to learn this time, that love is not a boomerang. He can't keep throwing it away and expect it to keep coming back. I love him, I love him so much. That's why I let him use me for so long, but not any more.
I'm not a toy, and my love isn't a boomerang.