Funny Nun

I used to be funny.
I used to be fun.
Now that money
Is my god I run
From the sun.
I hide in the corners
Completely broke
As I choke on
The tears that
Collect the only
Interest I accrue -
Who ever knew
That loving'd be
So challenging?
No return texts
And barely a call
Unless he's at the
Door ready to
Come in and then
The plates start
Flying as I aim
For his head to
Knock some sense
In to his rather
Dense cranium -
He runs from
The truth or
Sharing his heart -
I open my mouth
And too much
Comes out -
I'm afraid I'm the
Problem... I've only
Made it this far
Twice before and
Was dumped.

I have lost my joy.
I have lost my boy.
We don't laugh
Together and I cry
When we're apart
Because I realize
I'm the problem
From lacking in
Trust - he seems to
Be hiding and I'm
In a cloud of his dust.

This is why I'm not funny.
This is why I'm not fun.
I'm working so hard at
Trying to be a nun...
None of it's working and
I feel like a crumb.