I’m not a human to you, I am an object.
Something you can manipulate.
Simply turn your ill intentioned words into a romantic song.
Make me fall head over heels for someone so inhumane.
You make me feel wanted.
But not in the ways I intended.
You feed me the words my soul craves.
But there is no meaning behind them.
You showed up for one thing.
You crave to touch my body, to feel yourself inside of me.
You swayed me into thinking you wanted me for me.
But in your eyes I’m just a female with a pussy.
Tricked me into thinking I was finally being loved.
When your plan from the start was to sex me and run.
I was never a human to you, I was an object.
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(n.h)
