Commodity
Dear heartbreaker,
Although we are still together,
you broke my heart.
The changes started
and they left me broken hearted.
First, I noticed you became less excited to see me.
Second, you seemed less interested
Therefore, I just had to know, so I asked,
I asked you if you still liked me
and you said "you were used to me".
How can you be used to someone you love?
I guess that what happens.
I guess I am a commodity in your eyes.
However, you are wrong, oh so wrong.
You will never find another brown eyed girl with wings on her ankles,
or a wildflower on her ribcage.
You will never find a girl with the same scars that I have.
You will never find a girl with the same freckle under her right eye like I have.
I know my worth
I am priceless.