You love the thought of being his “everything”,
But you’re simply used for many things, and turned into his “anything”.
Spending all your time as the chess piece in this game with men,
A tool for sex, food, cleaning, eye candy, entertainment until you’re let got again. ..
You’ve been used…
You’ve allowed this happening to be your happy every after,
But this Prince will not be your king, only your master,
Who only calls your phone when he’s sick of masturbation…
You see a bed with slow jams and handcuffs as your natural placement.
You’re being used!
And you’re being blinded by the dream he sells,
So even when you’re hurt you say “but he means well”…
He’s wearing you down and now you don’t notice being abused,
My sweetheart you’re being over used…