Used

I wanted it,

I wanted you,

But I ended up feeling used,

You have the best intentions,

never aiming to harm me,

and I have the aim to please,

but my silence went beyond what you were able to see,

Pain and pleasure is a fine line,

One minute I'm fine,

the next I would rather just lye there,

and clinch the sheets,

As you move me like an object,

something to complete,

As if my reaction gave you no indication,

that it wasn't about our pleasure, just yours,

I have tried to bring you back to me once before,

but you took my communication as if I wanted to drag you,

so it wasn't worth it,

it wasn't worth the fight,

wasn't even worth the tears cried,

because I knew it would happen again,

and no matter how close we have been before,

you didn't notice how I tensed up in my core,

not till it was to late,

because at that point,

I would rather have to pretend it was great,

then causing another conversation that will irritate you,

and that is something I really don't want to get into,

so originally I wanted it,

I wanted you,

I wanted to be connected to you,

But you just moved me in a way where I felt used.