lost on the potrait

Mistreated for loving too much

You must think am a fool;
Something without an emotion, yet motionless like a tool;
So you use me and break me with no disregard,
Pass me over for someone else and come back when you want to play with my heart;
Pleasure your body and soul, and your mind with my sins.
What are those you wonder;well being addicted to you and your once loving heart, now full of traitorous hurt.
Thee most dangerous of things.
You Burn me in fire when all I want is your warm enchanting embrace;
Protecting my love, my heart with your angel wings.
Deep down I think you love me like a drug too, why else would you come back to me, looking like you relapsing. Taking my breath with your smile and touch.
Triggering my lust and cravings.
I scream out in my heart with guilt every time you have me and leave alone and so low.
You probably don't see me for me anymore;
I looked out the window and watch you walking away without looking back;
You used to blow me a kiss every time I did that, you would feel my heart and turn,
Maybe am still waiting for that girl,
The one who used to see me as a portrait.
Now am just that small drop of paint, the mistake;
The one the artist hates to make on something they love and can not remove.
This is my perception of me to your life
Just another color unseen
And with each passing day I see the hope in your beautiful eyes,
That one day everything I am will be Lost on the portrait,
That is your life

Author's Note

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