Practiced Abandon

She wants me to be myself and pass me on to someone else
Always someone else; that special, somewhere else
She loves my attention but she does not love me
Wants to enjoy who I am but not completely
There's someone else, to be sure, loves me
I am told this to reassure me but really to exonerate herself

Oh she loves to hear my voice and the words that it bears
That flatter her ears and soothe her hurts and cares
She loves my intent but she does not love me
Wants to find love but apart from me
Promises someone else so I'll let her be
All this in hopes to spare me from the nothing that is there

She wants me to find what I need but once she's had her fill
Once my words seem empty and her heart has stilled
She loves my time but she does not love me
She is now satisfied so I am left in need
Of that special someone else awaiting me
I have been abandoned but I must applaud her for her skill