I petrify in your mind and waste away in your hands.
I was given to you fresh - brand new -
But you took me and did your do.
I was used, taken for a fool, and abused.
I loved you and was always wrongfully accused.
The kicks, the punches didn’t hurt as much as your words.
Just one, “beautiful” or one, “I love you” would have been enough.
I am not worthless, not ugly... But I am too good for you.
I am priceless, royalty, deserving of a royalty too,
And this is the reason that I am leaving you…
Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis
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