I’m not a person you can sample when
you get an urge to taste something
besides your monotonous personality.
you can’t savor the flavor of me in your
mouth just to fill your insatiable physical needs.
I really fucking hate when people toy
around with me like I’m an object to
keep them fucking entertained.
You can’t wind me up then toss
me aside when you get bored of
my fucking existence.
People love to dip their toes in the
depths of my soul,
just enough to savor
the fucking moment taking
cups of me along the way.
They drink enough to quench their thirst,
just to leave me dehydrated and
empty wondering why the fuck am
I ever not good enough.
I feed off emotional attachment so
when they throw me away it hurts
that much more because not only
did they satisfy their own selfish needs,
they take a piece of me in the process.
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