she used me like i was a kleenex but forgot to throw me away
by that i mean i was at her convenience when she needed me
always at her disposal but never discardedshe liked the attention i gave her
the poetry id write for her
with lines of sweet nothings, everything i was scared to sayshe liked for me to beg for her attention
call her countless times if she didnt answer
back to back text messages to show her i caredshe liked to guilt trip me
use my own weaknesses against me
she was my everything in my darkest times and she knew it
she knew i couldnt let her go because she was my reason for being
she used my love as a cloak to hide her own insecuritiesthey say love was to be the most amazing thing to happen to your soul
but why did my soul ache everytime she used me to wipe her tears away
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Late Night Thoughts
PoesíaAn anthology of my poems. If you would like to embark on this poetic journey- open, read, and travel through my mind.