That’s fine

Don’t worry about me, I’m fine.

coming to the conclusion of who and what I am to others, is oddly comforting.

Okay okay….  I am a maid, servant, whore, and a cum bucket to your satisfaction.

Okay use me.

okay dump all your feelings on me and then shut down when i share mine,

that’s fine.

i don’t care anymore.

don’t kiss me when i get home, don’t wave when i leave, don’t respond to me when i call or text.  fine.

never be home when you say you will be.  fine.

I have nothing left.  nothing left to give.  

how can i feel so high in one moment and so low in another.  

i was good alone. i’m not good now.