My Broken Heart

I fed on the attention

you gave me daily

like a blood-sucking parasite.


But I was passed over 

for the next girl

like so many times before.


I'm pretty enough for a while

but not special enough

to be called yours.


My eyes fill with moisture

broken by the fact 

that we will never be.


I don't know what it's like 

to have a man look at you 

without lust in his eyes.


While I hate that look, 

I also crave it until 

they are drained of compliments.


Eventually they leave me

like you have done,

abandoned me to loneliness. 

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