Those hickeys
those scars
I loved..
They are dead and gone
never coming back
atleast from you
You didn’t want me the way I did
you didn’t support me the way I needed
you didn’t hold me the way I am worth
I was just for using
two, three, four times
when you wanted
how you wanted
Now I’m empty
feelings gone
respect for myself gone
respect for you gone
no happy ever after
no nothing
Those hickeys
those scars
I don’t love anymore..