ABOUT: Another one of those emo poems. About the same boy as Indescretion, just a lot more emo and a lot more graphic. You've been warned. Click here to read more poems.

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Used
I am the used.
A broken body,
Succombed to your touch.
A kiss, a lie,
And the marks of a thousand others -
Permanent reminders -
Etched across your back.
The feel of you inside,
Worming your way through
To places once sacred,
Is my precious pain.

I am the used -
Little more than your whim,
Your whore.
Desperately needed
To fill the hole inside you
The someone else has carved.
Sweat, sheets,
And your aching need to feel complete
In your theft of my innocence
And what little I had
Before you.

I am the used
Even in my own heart.
But for a time, there,
Your kiss was gentle,
Your touch, longing,
Your gaze, admiring,
And your smile, true.
That was long ago,
Before I gave myself to you.
The body
As much as the heart.