You

You took me around, like some brand new car. Let the other boys sit in me, ride in me, feel me. You watched me like a hawk. Waiting for any mistake; Waiting for The mistake. You took my hand and I felt as if I had been shackled. Your touch was cold as metal and a hand as hard as nails. It won't be 'til April when the frost melts and the sun starts to shine. This is Chicago, the land of two seasons...winter and construction. But it always felt like construction when you were there. It was loud and unrelenting, the pounding and screaming. I screamed until my voice went silent. I wept until my tears turned to dust. It was all about you but everything revolved around me. I can't stand the fact that you think you own me. Now I know I am small and quiet. I know that I can barely make it alone. So please leave, if only to remind me that I am nothing.