charm

I can't remember 

I can't remember when the charm was sweet before it offended

Careless comments 

It never feels good to be unseen, to be taken for granted

I am just a thing that fits in a box that sets under your bed and treasured momentarily to escape an empty bed

My value has depreciated with familiarity, my shine has dulled

My utility narrowed to one purpose

An investment with just one return 

I can't remember when the charm went from kind to harmful

I can't remember when I dwindled to this before you