I get used
In many ways
I get used for touch
I get used for lust
I get used for comfort
I get used for my love
I get used
Day by day
And no one cares
How broken
I'm becoming
Because
Why would anyone care
About a toy?
Don't tell me
I'm not a toy
Because if I wasn't
Why am I treated like one?
Honestly
Tell me why
I don't want to be used
To be a toy
I want someone to hold me
Cause they wanna keep me safe
Not cause they want comfort
Not cause they feel lonely and want someone to hold
I want someone to kiss me
Because they can't resist
And cause they wanna make me happy
Not cause they want pleasure
Not cause they want more from it
I want someone to hold my hand
Because they want to
Because maybe they like making me feel safe
Not because I like them and they don't wanna be rude
Not because they feel bad for me
Because of my past
I want someone
To love me
And all my broken peices
And not be pretending
July/30/2018