Being with you was like being alone except alone was the fun way
love is the game you play and when i say I love you it’s like passing go
you were always happy each and every time there was a big pay-day
spending greenbacks unearned was your chosen path to go with the flow.
You always wore your best white dress when there was cash on the table
isolation of the sour soul and degradation as part of your entry-exit hole
figuring everything out all alone and what to do next alone as well
not being there when it counts but always feigning becoming whole.
Your style of the silent treatment could be considered a dark art
demanding the impossible and distraught at the well lighted end
blissful at the failures of others and cry real tears for a happy heart
trinkets instead of genuine affection about the forgotten girlfriend.
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dead beat poet 
Sounds like you met an empty package, someone that desired material wealth instead of genuine feelings.
seems better forgotten…