All She Wants
Some people love you, others use you. In many cases, you’re just a part of their addiction.
All she wants is
in my pocket,
in my wallet.
***
Not the heart that beats.
Not the love that bleeds.
***
She don’t give a damn
about the fire within
that once burned bright.
***
Upon her sight.
Upon her touch.
The addiction that controls
Makes me the one
She needs.
Upon her sight.
Upon her touch.
Becomes her bitter tool
On me.
***
The greenback has her
by the throat.
And she can’t wait
for that new high
at the cashier’s touch.
***
And when it’s gone
I’m nothing, until…
***
Just an empty husk
waiting to be filled
and be used up, again.
***
It’s all she wants.
It’s all I am
To her.
That’s all I am to her.
About the Creator
Dean Traylor
* Masters in special education and degree in journalism.
*Seasoned writer for the last 30+ years (Newspapers, Magazines, Internet sites)
* Former writer at Hubpages, Helium, and Wikinut.
* Current: Medium (https://medium.com/@ds_traylor)
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