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.