You use me, you lose me, 'til you need to pick me up again for your gains.
You drop me, you leave me, you stomp on my feelings until there's nothing left of me besides my name.
You betray me, you commit these crimes of tiny little slices of my mind, and soul, and sensitivities until I'm nothing left but the hollow cavity in my chest.
You rest me, you press me, you tease me with these images of you with others who aren't me and I'm nowhere to be seen because you forgot me. Purposely.
You like to say I'm thinking too deeply, or feeling too needy, but I'm just everything you ever need until you don't.
You float me. Across the rivers of our hearts until you ease yourself, slipping so silently out of our canoe leaving me with no oar to get back to land.
You drown me, you clown me, you torment me. You take everything you need from me and leave me zip. Just quivering lips and a heaving chest of torturous tears.
YOU ARE READING
You Use Me
PoetryWhen there are people in your life who really appreciate you and all you have to offer but don't give anything back and when they are "done" with you... they are nowhere to be found.