dusty spaces upon the shelf.

I won't stand here begging for your love,
Like all those times before,
My heart ripped open,
Across the floor,
When push comes to shove,
You'll remember,
Everything you've lost will hit you,
You won't know what bite you,
A pain you've never felt,
The memories of the rotten hand you dealt ,
It will come your way,
One day you will feel,
How i felt,
When your tired of playing these games,
You look upon the empty,
spaces within the frames,
Emptiness' around you,
With no one else to blame ,
But yourself,
Your family gone no longer near,
Just dusty spaces upon the shelf,
You cleaned once a year.