Puzzle Pieces

I changed for you
Rearranged me so you could fit
But unbeknown to me
You could have cared less
Now is that not just sad
Perfection conforming
For something sub par
Placed you on a pedalstool
And fed you caviar
To call me upset would not encompass
My entire anger
The fire inside that always ignited
When you spoke that name
No longer exists
Because you have been dismissed
I will be moving on
As a matter of fact, here comes the next
Au revior