i never used to wonder
if i was important to you.
there was never a doubt in my mind
about the things we would do.

"open your legs"
"spread them wide"
so that you could peer in to see what's inside
but you're looking through the wrong window
my mind is more than my body, so you know.

now you've made me weak
and I'm somehow nervous just to speak to you
and I've placed all my worth
in the skin and bones
that once upon a time, captivated you.

that spark of excitement I feel
when you hand me a crumb of attention
makes all my highs pale in comparison

and while you ignore me
I'm left wondering
what I can do
to make us what we used to be.