Abused again.

I thought she would have stood by me
through the thick and thin
the cause and cave she invited me in
dark and shiver, alone
a stone, thrown in a puddle
with ripples, stripped, bare
I craved another
heart beat, pulses
imp
minute in a minute
of time driven and drawn
on a sketch padded feet
able to climb the trunk driven tree.
Quiver, in a hole protecting
abjecting an absailing
down side of the house
I showed you a mouse and yet
you were not that much impressed.
I digressed, did not progress
confused
I believe my mind has been abused
again.