Did you ever love me, like I loved your hands?
On my throat as you choked me with your lips, on hers.
Did you ever want me, like I wanted your attention?
Out of the corner of your eye, when she spoke.
Did you ever need me, like I needed you around?
Or did you not care, like the poet who wrote these line?
Ignoring that the similies, like metaphors of you, were not for her.