This isn't even poetry

I haven't written for almost a year, but this just happened last night. This isnt even poetry

The first thing Trevor ever told me was a lie.

He could lie so easily without any remorse,

any regret

Right through his teeth

Right through his kisses

Right through his smile

He leaves you feeling breathless and lifeless

makes you feel warm and loved, 

But cold and alone at the same time.

He removed all the joy and happiness out of my head 

placed it in a box at his disposal. 

To lift me up to tear me down 

at the snap of his fingers. 

He was the reason I smiled, 

the reason I laughed, 

the reason I cried, 

the reason I swallowed my pride. 

He placed me on a shelf 

like a doll waiting for a child to come 

to choose her to play with. 

Odd thing is he made me feel like I was the most important doll 

on that shelf.

But see, he had other shelves

filled with other people at his disposal. 

After all of this tear down and belittling me. 

I will always love him, 

as a friend, 

as a confident. 

But not for the person he is now. 

But for the airbrushed perception that was all built on lies after lies.  

Author's Note

I really suck at grammar.