Dont worry, it didn't hurt
the crying was just for show
an intoxicated mix up
I misunderstood
I thought you wanted an addiction
not just a quick fix
but i'm not hurt
instead of rejection i'll convince myself
I said no
but its all just a game
and the end justifies the means
you're only what I couldn't have
nothing special
a part of my condition
its more fun when you're running
but only if you catch up
but instead i'm starving
so i find a substitution
to supplement my addiction
there is nothing worse than
being wanted for the wrong reasons
deep down we all want to be the special case
the one that broke the rules
change the dynamics completely
Hmmm. This poem suggests to me that void feeling after being 'used' by someone (quite possibly for sex). It's very descriptive, and handles the subject without going into too much detail or erring towards eroticism. Beautifully honest and intense, this clearly is one of the finer poems on this website.