It's funny how easy it seems to be, for people to walk all over me.
Like something I'm always wearing states: "Easy to manipulate."
How sad is it, I fall for it everytime? And believe in every single line?
What is it that I do, that gets me so abused?
Perhaps it's the way I felt for them, their lies and promises, their deciving grins. That makes me believe the words they say, that makes me such an easy prey. I fall so easily and care too much, I say "I love you" after a single touch. Be it on the lips or skin, how I love when they let their teeth sink in! I'm far too easy, and it takes just one touch. But nothing I do is ever enough.
But it's fine, I'm okay. I hardly feel any pain. I'm so used to it by now, when it doesnt happen my world flips upside-down! I could never imagine someone talking to me, who didn't plan on using me. Isn't it sad?
And I never get mad, because it happens so often I just brush it off. Nothing effects me all too much, as long as I get that simple touch, that conversation, the attention, the love. Then the realization.
Ha how funny! I've done it again!
I'm used and abused. And all I get?!
"Sorry kid"
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Poems of a Lost Girl
PoetryA collection of poems written on my free time, they are mostly all free-style so stanzas and patterns may not always add up exactly but I assure you it staggers the quality hardly at best. I believe a poem can tell you a lot about a person, their i...
