i hate how you made me feel
you lit me up like a match,
made me feel wonderful,
passion burning and fire running
through my veins with this
new found excitement and love
but then you breathed,
words spoke to harsh, to rough
and my fire went out,
i was left damaged,
wounded and a waste of a match
tossed to the floor for you to pick
another one out of the box
you do the same with it
but this one lights your cigarette,
this one gives you what you need,
a fix, the adrenaline rush
but i could not
i am recycled trash,
made a new but still the same.
the same thoughts, the same feelings-
feelings for you and sometimes i think of us,
sometimes i wonder, why didn't i light your cigarette?
why was i tossed away
like i meant nothing to you?
it turns my heart to dust to
think you meant everything to me
when to you i was nothing more than a burnt out match