To be

To feel used and abused
It's nothing were all used to
Someone to tell you they love you
Then turning around saying I hate you

To know the need of trust 
Not from one but the both of us
Honesty and respect 
Just to keep someone in check

To know that someone could change
Within a blink of an eye
And things slowly change
In a minute or two in no time

To think of memories you had
Remembering all the good times 
Till it turned out bad 
When all you can do is cry
And ask a simple question 'why'

To know that everything isn't perfect
But to know that your worth it
To listen the thought in your head
And cry yourself to bed

To know the feeling of being used
You slowly tend to get used to
Knowing that your no longer loved
But to remember there's more fish in the pond