He will tell you, you are beautiful
And he will compliment your hair.
Maybe even say
Your face is appealing to the eye
And your style is choice
But when you are used and
Drained
Of your glow
He will want no more of you
And all that will be left are the gifts
That you got him, that he wanted no longer.
You feel lifeless and unmotivated
For you have no one
To latch onto anymore
No one to touch
To feel
To kiss
To hold
what are you now.