am i just another pillow case to you?
that gets thrown away when it gets too stained,
just a linen slave
to dry your eyes at night,
but nothing more.
you're never grateful
and i try
my best to dry the tears you cry
i try
my very best to make you smile
every day it's my only purpose,
but all the while,
still,
all you ever do is stain me-
cry until i'm damp
and then leave me to
hang dry
alone.
your pillow case
hanging
from this noose
made of your sheets.
YOU ARE READING
Heartless and Disorientated
PoetryF. T. Willz wannabe I'm a tortured poet I guess -all photography is by me-