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.
the completely canceled hope I have.
I like being used.
Until there isn’t anything left of me to use.