Confusion Of An Illusion Poem by Felix Lugo

You hated me yesterday but you love me today.
You said you needed me, and I thought you meant it.
I found out you just needed someone to give pleasure
and make you feel better.
I guess I wasn’t good enough yesterday,
but I’m here today.
“Is that too much? ”
Too much is not enough,
I guess you are tuff after all.
You were crying the minute I said,
“did you have enough? ”
Give me more you said,
without any questions I went ahead.
I place it in underneath your layer of skin,
and I let out all the liquid you said,
“It makes me feel like sh*t.”
So, I questioned then why do you used it
over and over again.
You told me it makes you feel like it’s
your best friend,
but then who am I?