Three Seconds Notice

Submission- My back hurts from bowing down.
Attraction - Was once so strong now can't be found.
Affection - One gift I wish you would return.
Frustration - as I accede.
I do not deserve your frigidness, such callousness,
yet I persist. What's wrong with me?
I told you "you can't be replaced",
you showed me I'm disposable.
Spit in my face, as I submit, so I quit!