Used Me Up
Why did I know I was being used?
Why do I now feel so broken, hurt, and confused?
I gave him everything he ever asked me for.
Now I see all these pieces of my heart, and it is strewn here in front out me out on the floor.
He lied making false promises. Swearing he would never leave.
I was a pitiful naive fool wearing my untamed heart on my sleeve.
I spend each of my days alone. Hour after hour wondering why.
He never calls on the phone, texts me, or even bothers to stop by.
He will not even take a moment from his busy schedule to stop by and see, just how devastated and hopeless he has left me to be.
Now I will make sure as I am ending it all, I will forever be etched into his memory I will become a thought he can not help but recall.
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