Heartbroken

I'm very settled with my life.
I go day by day.
Each day,
I make it a little further then i was.

Work 5-10 on weekdays,
And 8 hours on the weekend.
That's 41 hours a week,
Leaving me with only
A few hours to myself,

But yet I still make time for you.

When I made you my priority,
You made sure I meant nothing to you.

You filled my head with hope,
And made my heart fall for you.

You made it certain that I wasted my time on you.

While I drew you in my existence,
You took an eraser 
And erased every image of us being together.

At the end of the day,

I was good to you.