you used me.
you used me for your emotional benefit when i was in my emotional deficit.

you like me when i’m vulnerable, when my heart is wide open.

when my skin is raw, and my certainty is broken—that is when you love me.

and that is when you know i will love you.

no matter how dirty you are, how much your touch stings, or how much of her scent is still on you..

you’ll falsify my pain, turn it into yours

i’ll think i’m doing you a favor, giving you comfort,

but im just allowing you to kill the love inside of me

and give life to itself inside of you.

you used me.
 

but you made me think that my body was your favorite garden

with the best soil & the warmest sunlight

but you’d never plant more than your fingers.

you'd dig them inside of me till you heard me scream your name.

you'd cup my breasts and leave marks on them, each with stories of their own.

you’d kiss my neck and wrap your hands around it, whispering that you love me into my ear. i believed you because who wouldn’t?

the way your body touched mine one could only think love could be behind it.

but with too much sunlight and not enough water

you managed to kill every single flower

that ever lived in my garden.