you get a piece of paper,
you mess up so you scribble all over it,
then, you throw it away.
you see,
thats how i felt when i was with you.
constantly getting talked down to,
and when you were around,
all you wanted was my body.
a body that wasn’t yours,
it was mine,
but i still let you take advantage of it,
and now when i see myself, my body, i hate it.
it was the only reason you wanted me, and then when i gave it to you,
you were gone.
you were supposed to be here.
where are you?
where did you go?
do you still think of me?
or was i just one of your mistakes.