Use me—
whatever you need,
I’ll bend, I’ll bleed.
Take the best of me
and then the rest of me—
I won’t make a sound.
Be selfish,
be ruthless,
drain me drop by drop.
I won’t ask for kindness,
I won’t ask you to stop.
My heart is not a temple,
it’s a tool in your hand.
Worn and splintered—still,
I’ll try to understand.
You don’t owe me softness,
you don’t owe me grace.
Just don’t disappear.
Just don’t erase
me.
I don’t need love,
not even your name,
just let me exist
as a player in your game.
I’ll carry the weight,
I’ll silence the ache,
if you only let me
be something you take.
Don’t return a favor,
don’t pretend to care—
just keep me around,
just leave me there.
Use me,
bruise me,
I won’t mind.
I’d rather be broken
than left behind.