You're spent
You're not what you once were to me.
You're spent.
Used-
and passed around more than a dollar bill
Exchanging hands tell me how does it feel.
My chest is where I want your home to be.
But instead;
you fill your chaotic nights-
with these other deities.
I'm all you'll ever need;
yet still though you know it-
you plague your frame,
with useless unwarranted claims.
You're not what you use to be.
You're not the love I had in thee.