An Ode To My Lover

I know what I am. 
            I know what I'm not. 
It's time that you let me 
            lie here and rot. 

You treated me like dirt 
            and you've still got the nerve 
to use me again 
            as if that's what I deserve. 

You're the reason I cry 
            myself to sleep at night. 
You're the reason for 
            this poem that I write. 

You make me feel like 
            I'm useless and weak. 
But you don't care; 
            that's what you seek.

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[Aaron the Baron]

I know of what you express. Our desires sometimes let us put ourselves in dire situations. We treat ourselves to pain time and time again. But in the end we know why. Those bright sparks of happiness seem to be worth it yes?