Being Used, by XRebzX
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My emotions get the better of me
and i sleep with you again
it means more to me than it does to you
even though it feels like love
it's really not to you, it's lust
as i feel your body on mine
it somewhow feels like ecstasy
the way you kiss me and whisper in my ear
it just feels so right
to me, it's love
to you it's just sex
but it feels so right when we're so close
even though it's not
i sleep with you thinking we will be back together
but it never happens
it just seems like it means nothing to you
even though we just shared something so beautiful
after it happens you get up, not saying a word
you just look at me with that expression on your face
i ask you what it meant to you
i never get an answer
you just get dressed and walk out of the room
i cry, i bang my head against the wall
i know i've been a fool again
i know when i see you, it just happens
my love for you just overwhelms me
and i just want to
and i wish everytime that it will mean something to you
that you will fall in love with me
and stay after, holding me
but it never happens
you walk out that door, and out of my life again
not saying a word
and i'm left there feeling used
i sit there crying, i feel dirty and in a mess
to have that feeling when you know you've just been used
is the most horrible feeling in the world
i know you've used me again
and i still love you so much
Everytime i see you, my emotions somehow get the better of
me
and i fall for it all over again and end up being used
I hate myself for it, i feel so stupid.
I keep telling myself it isn't goinng to happen again
but somehow it does.
for ben
Copyright Rebecca Waring
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Posted: 2005-09-22 16:15:11 UTC |
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2005-11-11 16:04:08 | XRebzX |
The message is pretty simple to me...:S |