To You

To you,

My body only opens,

For you.

To you,

I am an open window,

For thieves to come in

And take what they need.

I am a foul-smelling rag,

Left out to clean up all the mess,

Over-used and tainted with the odor.

They never use me to keep warm at night,

Only to play in the dark.

These games we play aren’t fun for me.

I lost the ball when I was fifteen,

So I can’t find the fun anymore.

Instead, I close my eyes, and wait for it to be over,

Hoping you’ll still be there, when I open them again.