Broken

I've cried...
 Begged...
  Pleaded...
   Yelled...
    Retreated...

You've yelled...
 Frowned...
  Rejected...
   Laughed...
    Gotten drunk...

And so
 When we can
  No longer talk

We turn to the one thing
 That you'll let me have
  LUST

I let you use my body
 For that is all you want
  From me

The one who has cried with you
 Would kill for you
  Could die for you

Now summer's over
 And so am I
  A nice cheap fuck

You want to move on
 Leave me behind
  Like a broken toy

And so I give myself to you anyway
 My unconditional love
  Expecting rejection to follow

And when you have gone
 I will gather the pieces of me
  And lock them up again.