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.

#poetry #writing