Tap Dancing on the Moon

Abject Object

I was just your object,
Just an objective to obtain,
Abject,
An object of affection for personal gain.
I was never going to be the subject
Of your enduring love story.

My soul is still stained with every feeling you ever gave me,
From jubilation to agony.
Your love lives on borrowed time;
Mine burrows into my marrow.
You put the last nail in the coffin of my idealism,
Yet you can't seem to get rid of my love,
And neither can I.

You were frustrated that you could not sleep with me.
Well, you mindf*cked me as you made love to me mentally and now you live in my mind rent free.
I know in some ways I could never be enough,
And in other ways I was too much.
I'm sorry for all the ways and reasons that I could not satisfy you, gratify you.
I'm so sick of unrequited love,
Sick when I think about how you hurt me, how I let you hurt me,
Sick when I think about how I still love you.