You made me feel like I couldn't do anything
Like I was small, meaningless
Like I was ugly.
You made me feel like a little speck of dust
On an otherwise beautiful painting.
You made me feel like the my world was ending.
Holding your external success - charm and prettiness.
I sat in the shadows of the storm clouds you summoned
With the rain pounding on my bare skin
Dripping cold and wet, a naked mess.
You disposed of me quickly, efficiently,
Leaving nothing but a hollow body.