My Agony - Poem
Your anger crashes over me like a violent wave
Knocking me off my feet and washing away any hope of survival.
It pounds on me again and again
Sucking the very breath from my lungs.
Your anger tears through me like a flash of lightening
That rips the very marrow from my bones.
It dashes any hope of happiness I may have had
On the rocks of despair
You Used Me
You needed to validate your masculinity,
And erase the fears of your family.
You had to quiet the whispered rumors of childhood friends.
So, you used me.
You wanted to expand your portfolio,
And increase your assets.
You wanted to acquire things, things you never had before.
So, you used me.
Have you ever loved me at all?
I don’t believe you have.
Do you notice the little things I do for you?
You’ve never shown me that you have.
And I wonder if you even care.
I think you simply use me to your advantage, when it’s convenient.
Would you miss me if I were gone?
Would you mourn if you ever lost me?
I don’t believe you would cry one tear.
I think you would simply wash your hands of me
And shed my memory from your mind like a worn out garment.
You would move on with your life because . . .
You used me up.
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