Poetry Of The Spoken Word Forum she left me...

she left me, like i was something she didn't need. she left me, without led, left me laying here so dead. she left me in need of her tight hold and she left me here in greed of her warm soul. why'd she leave me? so broken, so open? so empty with no one to put my hope in? but she left me there, rocking back and forth because of the blowing air. but she left me there, tangled in bundles of shredded hair. but she left me, that means she didn't love me, i was just her temporary buddy. that means she never really want to hold me, i should have known from all the times she tried to undo me that she just wanted to use me. She would use me to trace stencils each and everyday but i mean why wouldn't she? i was just a pencil she decided to throw away...