Love or Lust

Am I the only one you love?

Are you using me for your own PLEASURE?

Are you really with me when we lay together?

You say "I love you"

Something I thought I knew.

As i write with this pen,

My thoughts flow out.

Some days i want scream and shout.

You're with her more.

You don't seem to care.

You're not something I'm willing to share.

I feel like an object to you.

Are you using me?

Am I something for pleasuring?

Or am I for show?

Something to bring around,

Someone to not show a frown.

I want to know what you think,

What's in your heart?

Am I not a huge part?

All I want to know

Is it love or lust?

Author's Note

wrote this in theology class a few weeks ago... i dont really know where it came form