Posting and What Not I Guess, Maybe Ugh!

I need to post more. tell your friends, to tell their friends to tell my friends (wait I don't want all of them reading this) so tell someone else's friends to check me out, and maybe I will start writing more. (she typed feverishly). I'm just so.... not happy with myself right now. I need.... something to hold on to...

Like Used Paper Towels

Like Used Paper Towels

Your love,

Is like used paper towels

All crumbled around, to see

There's nothing

Nothing

Left, to clean

There's nothing

nNothing

Left for me.

And I find myself wondering

Why

Oh why, else could there be?

And why oh why me?

Do you think, that I, would ever

Be free?

From your love

Your love....it's using me

Your love, oh

Is using me,

What belongs to you

And what belongs to me

Whomever

Wherever

These tears are to be

No warmth

No,

Nothing for me.

To dry my tears on

No 'sort of'

Just nothing.

For me

Your love

Is like, used paper towels

Nothing

Nothing left for me

To dry my tears

Nothing, nothing

For me.