He keeps the girl he does not need
No love for her, he has his screen.
She cries and hurts, he holds her again
Tomorrow he returns, to his mechanical friend.
This hole getting bigger,
This hole being used
You fill it with nothing
It acts as her noose.
His voyuerism, his isolation
One more knotch on devastation.
She gave up her moments
Despite her own heart
And now she's the demon
That tore them apart.
It's a shame. A shame that women a just some objective toy to some guys. A shame that women only matter for one thing to some guys. Your more than that!!! A very descriptive piece of work. In you writing you have said so much with such few words. Thanks for the great read.
You are no demon, not even close. And I'm sorry, for everything.