Use.

I think back to the times where I never expected the worst things;

so few and far between,

I think I was always like this.

So used. To feeling used.

I expect it is what you’ll do.

I’m left jaded,

I will admit.

I’ve gotten so used

to accepting the idea of gift wrapped bullshit.

These presents,

the completely canceled hope I have.

I like being used.

Until there isn’t anything left of me to use.