Timon

To raise my hopes, then dash them for your pleasure
Does not seem fair to me. Have I deserved
To be a toy discarded at your leisure,
Or have our love discounted for time served?
If frequent presence makes my value lessen
I'll study to see less of you as well;
And thank you for a valuable lesson
In how, when I'm unwanted, I can tell.
It cannot be that hard to simply say
When you're aware my hopes won't be achieved;
Nor is the thought that you would take away
Our scheduled meeting usually believed.
I simply must conclude that I must hope less
If you will disappoint, so I will mope less.