I gave what you wanted
You took what you could get
You took and took until you were
A gluttony of selfishness
Maybe it was my fault
To be so submissive;
Holding my breath,
My voice,
My thoughts,
And even my morals
So that I would please you
To meet up to your standards
So that you would care
But it was plastic
It was always plastic:
You’re empathy,
You’re benevolence,
Your whole self image
Foolish and forsaken
Ashamed and distraught
Lonely and torn
But much too scarred
Much too careful
Not as naïve
To “love” once again
As you seemingly did to me
You’re an expert of illusions,
A master of diversion
Congratulations
To all your efforts
I’ve thoroughly been used
Thanks to my negligence
