Speak
As though you've
Learned anything
You little stump
Of a man

When I confide
In you, just
Cut me off and
Talk about
The elements again

Listen
As though you've
Got any other
Motive but *******
Me someday

And I'll pretend
You're a friend
Until you do it
Again and then
I'm walking away

Chained here
Watching someone build a palace
Of my broken pieces
And I’m screaming
Because they were mine
I’m being used
My tears for windows
My blood for paint
Every hammerstrike, I feel it
Every hole drilled in, I feel it
The holes in my pieces
Like your stare in my spine
I watch numbly
As you use up what was mine.

One night, you held me,
Then you pushed me and pulled on me,
Opening me, closing me,
Lifting me up, shutting me down.

I'm not your toy, your play-thing,
Your distraction when you're bored.
You can't pause me like a game,
Press play when you've nothing
Better to do, nothing better on offer.

You want me, I'm yours,
But only until you break me
More than you can mend.

you’re maple syrup in my pocket
the aftermath of a sweet meal i knew
i shouldn’t have had
now you’re stuck all over my clothes
saccharine mistakes dribbling down my fingers
you’re maple syrup in my pocket
and everytime i try to wipe you away
you find another way to get in
and now my tears are sticky and sweet
oozing down my chin
dripping onto the linoleum floors
maple syrup on my shoes
i can’t escape you
a sticky footprint beneath me wherever i walk

day by day you consume me
piece by piece i am more
maple syrup than i am myself
who i was before i met you
before i devoured the sweet meal
i knew i should not have touched
however
i am being consumed by you yet you are being consumed by honey
and i suppose honey and you fit quite well
but i am just a wooden spoon you use then turn away from
but because you are maple syrup
and you are so sweet and lovely and golden
and ever so sticky
all your unwanted and used parts
cling to me
pieces of you forever lingering
in my pocket

I am nothing but a waste to you,
Thinking about it makes me feel blue.
I thought that our love is true
But the trial made us due.

Time is all I need
For me to do the deed.
Yet all was rushed
And our love is out of touch.

You made me your tool
To your success, I was a fool.
Your pride made you a ghoul
For it was an act that made you cool.

I gave you everything,
But you said I was nothing.
To your heart I am a disposal
To your soul it states refusal.

You used me well with no closure,
Memories was never your treasure.
Yet your lust was your ideal,
For my body was pleasure you feel.

I loved you, I do
But all the good is untrue.
In the beginning it was all an act
your love is a deception, that's a fact.

Fallen petals are the bruises
from your lips and your fingers
that i used to trace my hands over
with a soft touch and a smile

Fallen petals are your words
that i can never forget
promises that meant everything then
but nothing now

Fallen petals are the lies
I couldn't see until the end
when it was far too late
to tell you no

Fallen petals are the aches
in my chest, my heart, my mind
the tears that won't stop falling
the embarrassment, the shame

Fallen petals are the innocence
you stole from me that night
a treasure i trusted you with
that i can never regain

Fallen petals are the memories
tainted by your power
disrupted by your voice
tangled with your cruelty

Fallen petals are the feelings
for that's all you've left me with
sick, crippling feelings
you've ruined me

Fallen petals are who I used to be
the girl i miss
before i was used
and before i was tossed aside like garbage