Thrown Away

Is this junk,

or does it belong somewhere? 

Am I giving my heart to you, 

or are you a thief stealing it away from me? 

Right below my nose, 

lips in which you have kissed. 

And like a serpents tail, 

you've disappeared

after the quick bite upon my neck. 

Am I trash, another mans gift? 

A sorrowful servant of you graciousness. 

Or what you have given me, 

it is just a peace offering, 

a goodbye. 

I am lost among the sheets.