You used me.
You threw me up in the clouds
and watched me fall on the concrete.
I was your experiment to see if we could fly.
I don't want to fly anyway.You ignored me.
You put me in the back of the closet,
and told yourself you'd wear me,
but you never did.
I don't want to be your clothing anyway.You drank me.
You poured me in your glass
and made my flavor too bitter for me to handle.
But you like bitter don't you?
I don't want to quench your thirst anyway.You mocked me.
You ridiculed my innocence
and turned my pure soul from white to black.
I don't want to be vulgar anyway.You ripped me.
You left me on the floor for your pets to wrestle by day,
and you to hide under at night.
I don't want to be your blanket anyway.You strangled me.
I was your teddy bear that you neglected,
but was snatched in a heart beat when you needed comfort.
I don't want to be your doll anyway.I can't do this anymore.
I can't be your experiment.
I can't be your clothes.
I can't be your drink.
I can't be your curse words.
I can't be your blanket.
I can't be your doll.
I don't want to be in your life anyway.

YOU ARE READING
Eunoia
PoetryBehind every poem is a story too afraid to be told bluntly. . . . I intend to write to make you feel.