Poem Number 1579

I hope you are happy, whoever you are
Going through my personal things as if they were yours
Spending my rent money
Tossing the only picture I have of my father in the trash
You might as well have lain with me in my virgins bed
And ravaged me completely
and carelessly tossed my heart as daylight appeared
without looking back ... no roses or notes ... no memory at all
Three days passed and still without a call.
A partner of convenience.

Wow... I never knew that anyone else felt tis way. I am ever envious of your talent~DeAtH