NO more

I feel tossed away
you made me feel
tossed away
like an empty ink cartridge
use and discarded
toss aside while you keep working
on the other lovers in your
life
yes, I feel used
only needed when you
have no one
to kiss or used
it is always lies
"I never kissed you like that
before"
"I really love you"
but nothing means anything
there is just emptiness
you only used the ink
while writing the chapters of your
life
while you grieve, your loss
and more
while there is time to have
fun
why not? you tell yourself
But, I've always been there
on the edge of the page
where the margins are narrow
and the lines seem deeper
it is hypocrisy that of which
you speak
Yes, we "are" friends
but only when convenience allows
it
only where there is hurt in
your life
but not mine
because your hurt somehow is
"deeper"
as I if have never felt your "hurt"
We are friends
but only when you need
"me"
when life is hard
and there is nobody else but
"me"
I remain in the sidelines
hidden in the deep recesses of your
life
I feel tossed away
you made me feel
tossed away
like an empty ink cartridge
use and discarded
toss aside while you keep working
on the other lovers in your
life
they are better, without colour
socially higher and more special
we have cried
together
we have felt
each other
I have always been there
in the recesses of your life
hidden in the creases of your
"reality"
but no more
you either take me or leave
me
but not both
I want to be visible
in your
life
I have always been there
in the recesses of your life
hidden in the creases of your
"reality"
but no more