I lost a piece or perhaps pieces of myself
I may have destroyed them
Stressed them
Shared them
Or even given them away.
I opened myself up in every way
So much so that every slash,
Every painful word she'd say
Hurt more than I knew
I thought if I kept giving
It would hold her spite at bay
Only now I've begun to see
That spite has been inside her long before me
The love I thought we had may have been her muse
A long distraction from the spark to her fuse
I think I'm done feeling used
