No Respect For Duets

You can't disowned me. Like you're getting off a see-saw, Abruptly. Especially when I've gotten use to going up and down. With quick emotions you deliver to emit. As if I am trained to depict... Which mood of yours, I should prepare in patience for your infliction. You can't but you did, Drop me to lay flat on the ground. Exposed and showing a wide opened nose... From the day you discovered that easily found. You can't disowned me. Like you're getting off a see-saw, Abruptly. Especially when I've gotten use to going up and down. With quick emotions you deliver to emit. As if I am trained to depict... Which mood of yours, I should prepare in patience for your infliction. You found in me someone devoted. Someone dependable and would be around. To pick up your smashed pieces. As you felt after doing this, Both safe and mentally 'sound'. With whimpers to come to whisper, In my ear. To further have me feeling trapped. Like some domesticated puppy caught, In the comfort of a dog pound! Lapping happily that I'm locked up and latched. You wish to really sing solo... I know you do. And not together in harmony. To prove to me exclusively... My heart you can bleed but do not need. With no respect for duets! None I've seen you wish to perfect with me. Although we can open one door, With separate keys! Getting up to leave when you please, To swing in 'flings' as I stay stumped... On my rump. Is all that this relationship means. And you 'think' you are irreplaceable, As a preference with no match. However... Don't believe you can leave, And off my list you can't be scratched! You might regard me as a pet... But you are the one who will have regrets.