I find it futile to pretend you care.
You come to me with hungry eyes and lustful hands,
asking from me what I will always give.
I live as a reminder to the world
of mediocrity
I live as your precious mistake,
nurtured and raised into your plaything.
I go down in our history as a pretty pair of
eyes
attached to a brain that sees more than it speaks.
Though my imprint on you may be insignificant,
I carry a baggage passed down from you
that I may never release.
When I leave this place,
when I leave you at last,
know that I leave my love behind
for you to carry on your back as I carry your baggage.

Forever yours,
I exit.