you treated her like she was worthless
so she began to believe that she was.
her body was priced and put on the
market,
and she always fell prey to bargain hunters,
she was on sale
two for the price of one
(when they got her, they got her best friend.
neither of them believed they meant anything,
because of you.)
how does it feel to know that you were the merchant,
that handled the selling and put them on the market,
so they would be almost worthless.
you left her lying there,
in the clearance aisle,
and she didn't think she was worth it
to move from that aisle.
it's because of you that girls bodies
are sold off like nothing more than a
new pair of shoes,
to to trash that thought nothing
more than her curves and her
winking eyes
(you always taught her how
to wink, it would make her seem
more worth a fight for that.
but you and me both know
that's not what it did.)
you are the enemy that kills hopes and dreams,
and you've put the idea in her mind
that she is nothing.
You will never be forgiven for that
awful act.
(not by me, or her,
or anything else)