Sometimes, I feel like
I’m not good enough
For you.
You will use me, cast me aside,
Drown me, and wash me out
Clean me of imperfections.
I cannot breath. It’s unclean,
Murky in this place
You banish me to.
***** Misty, Icky, Dark.
You go to my friends. They are different.
Older or Younger, Skinny or Thick.
Am I not good enough?
After a while, you’ll pick me up-
Dry me off and glance at
Me.
Narrowed, exact, trimming, forgetting.
You then decide you’re right.
I can feel the feeling uzzing through me.
Your strength.
Next you glide me away, using
Me. Even more than before.
You let your true being show. Ugly.
Hitting, dabbing, thrashing, scribbling.
When you finish, I’m nothing more.
I’m drowned once again,
Right back to where I was.
I’m cast away, waiting for you.
You got a new one you like better.
But I’m still waiting.
Waiting for you to use me once more.
Used, drown, unwarned, unneeded.
by you.
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC