Used

I saw you today.
It was the first time in months.
I wanted a hug, a simple hug.
I didn’t want the sarcastic comment that came with it.
I didn’t want to be ignored most of the night.
I’m sorry you used to be my rock.
I’m sorry I used to rely on you to keep me grounded when my world flipped upside down.
I’m sorry that I pushed you away.
I used to be able to talk to you.
You used to always listen
Now I feel like you just want me to go away.
I used to adore you.
Now I abhor you.
I look back at that time and realize the truth.
I was used.
I am to this day.
I wish you would look up a foot and a half and see the pain in my eyes.
The pain that comes when I realize all you see is tits.
You say it’s to cheer me up.
Then why did it go so far?
Why do I feel dirty?
Why do I feel used?
You broke my heart.
I forgave you for that.
I just want my friend back.
Is that too much to ask?