Miss Useless Poem by Cynnd Rose

Miss Useless



in search of the one
the one is somewhere lost

my mind: stuck, on Mr. uses me
still
his tricks consume me
my body language is closed off
to anything in pursuit of my heart
I've taken the trophy of Miss useless

i've tried to win
but i cant!
he punches me in the gut
i only ever want what punches me back

i only play what i know i cant
win

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