Facts
“We like you for you” they say
Me, knowing they're wrong, but
Giving it one more chance
(Just one, I pretend)
One more time, I promise myself
The bitter disappointment having faded
Connection, that old lie, beckoning
Tempting me to try
You find me useful, I think
A font of value you tap
Taking with consent
Never seeing beyond the value I bring
Maybe you don't see how it hurts
Or perhaps you laugh behind your hand
One more scar to collect
I should have stayed away.