it was all just to feel loved.
i thought the intimacy would last longer but when i finally looked up at him,
he was gone.
they kept finding me,
showered me with sweet nothings.
i kept turning into goo and they'd play with then give back.
because i wasn't anything to any of them except for a good time.

She was a delicate flower,
That had yet to be picked.
He was the vicious wind,
That torn away all her petals.
Her happiness soon became
the victim
Of his gusty blows
Now,
There’s nothing left
For her to show

You used me for a lot of things
But I let you
Thinking you'd thank me
You never did.

i’m trying
to wrap my head
around what happened
i’ve never been dropped so
fast after being told
”i love you”

how much
was a lie you told?
how much was just so
you could wrap your hands
around my fragile heart?
i don’t think i’ll
ever know

i want
to scream
rage and make
you understand the
pain

you
spun tales
about a future
you never truly wanted
i was just
an option
an outcome
someone to
maybe choose
to love

and it hurts.

a lot.

my heart was an open house
you let yourself in
and tore the
place to
shreds




i don’t know
if you’ll ever understand
what your decisions
have done
to me

I was your cigarette. You put me out, after lighting me up. Like a cigarette you ignited me and raised me to your scornful lips, you made me your addiction and i let you consume me. You only used me when you were bored and stepped on me once you were done. You'd watch me burn and blatantly ignore the ashes falling. And when u got tired of me, you left me alone and  moved onto your next cigarette.