I gave you the clothes off of my back,
And with nothing left-
Stitched you a sweater made out of my own veins.
Blood sweat and tears remain inside the fabric.
Effort that I put in,
Love was what I'd call it,

I watched
As you tossed
Aside my sweater
Swapped it out
For a store-bought coat

Leaving behind
Parts of me
As if they were
Worthless
Just something
From another fool
To fall to his knees
At your feet

You once held my heart
And the majority
Of my mind

And now my sweater sits in the closet,
Strung up on a plastic hook.
Showing just how artificial your love was for me.
And when I'm cold I stare at it in temptation,
But it doesn't keep me warm anymore.

l.v.s and IM