Slowly you erase me,
As if I was never there.
You're starting to make it seem,
Like you never did care.
Was I just a pawn,
In some stupid, sick game?
Do you get some sort of pleasure,
Out of causing me pain?
The last time we talked,
Online not on the phone.
You made it sound like,
You still wanted me to be your own.
Tonight I get home,
Only to see,
All the poems written about me,
Are just a faded memory.
Why is it that,
I can't make myself see we're through?
Why do I now finally realize,
I never meant anything to you?
