Bitches and Jerks

Used

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Him to Her

I did everything for you, to show how much I loved you. Gave you anything that you could have wanted. Been there when you needed me. Saved you when you were in help, and most of all, I stood by your side when no one else did. I cared for you, but all you did in return was treat me like I was this evacuation place. You only came for me when you're out of options and needed to be pleased. But you cannot be pleased when you're insatiable.

I didn't mind at all if you did that to me. What I couldn't accept was you didn't pay heed to any of it. A simple thank you would work, but all you could always do was abandon me as if nothing happened...as if I didn't give you my hand to support you. All that I ever wanted was you to notice my efforts, to see me...to value me. But no, you chose to throw me after using me.

I let you use me, believing that if I was with service and of use, you would keep me. That was one of my biggest mistakes in my life, for I surrendered myself to someone who didn't know how to appreciate treasures in her life.

Me as her treasure...was that a joke? Even if it's not, I still could laugh hearing that. I could never be a treasure to you. Well, at least, that's how you made me feel and that's how you acted towards me. I would always be a water bottle to you. You'd sip away all my feelings, and when I ran empty inside, and had nothing to offer more, you would dispose me as a trash. For a second there, I thought you would refill what you had taken, but you looked at my emptiness as if it cannot be recycled. However, I would always bring back myself to you, hoping...still hoping that you would requite my unconditional love to you, but I would always end up as a water bottle that was been reused. Did you even love me? If you're conveying that you don't, then why would you dive into this relationship? You just gave me a false expectation of fulfillment.

I cannot do this anymore. I am so lost in your deceitful games. I just want to love and feel love back to me. Is it too much to ask? Maybe...just maybe...It's not you, maybe it's me. Because, when I feel so lost, I look for you and not myself. Maybe that's my problem.

And now that I let you go, and stood up by my own feet without leaning on you, you would blame me for everything, you would say that it's all my fault. Baby...I gave you everything. But you judge and think you deserve better.

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