worn out
he cuddled
and kissed me
every night
before he got
tired of me
and my worn
out body
so he stole
a new one
and tossed me
into his closet
to wither away
with the rest
but i still hear
his sobs
because he has
plenty of what
he wants, but
doesn't care enough
to get it
value
my voice is tired
and scratched
from screaming
at you, but you
keep your eyes
fixated on nothing
and only on
what is enamored
so what am i
if i am not?
i am nothing
and you are losing
your value
flowers
i gave you flowers
watered with
my tears and
heartbreak
but you only picked
the prettiest one
of the bunch
and plucked it
you love me?
you love me not
you
love
me
not
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poesíapoetry with no rhyme or rain most of these r rlly old and embarrassing but im keeping them for the lore
