Disposable

For some people,
A little is to much to ask;
And for this reason,
Asking seems a tough task.

I do know a person,
Who is so hard to read,
You'd never know if,
From the inside, they bleed.

You'd never know if the words,
That she spoke,
Were meant in all honesty,
Of if they were simply a joke.

You'd never know if her feelings,
Confessed,
Were meant as a curse,
But back then,
You felt blessed.

All you would know,
Is that you would've been there for her,
Whenever she said so,
Despite her message, which blurs;
Because day-in and day-out,
You'd say, 'I can feel her love,'
Yet it's ironic, despite this,
She tossed it like a disposable glove.

Why did she toss it?
Because she was unsure,
And her mind, seems so distant,
She seems broke at the core,
Yet I can't help but wonder,
Day-in, and day-out,
If she meant what she said,
And late at night, I do pout,
For what could have been,
And all the plans we had made,
I miss her so much,
It can hurt just to say.

I wish my feelings would fade,
As quick as they had appeared,
Yet if life was that simple,
She might still be here,
Close by my side,
Showing me that she cares,
Even if sometimes,
It didn't seem fair.

But now I sit here,
Alone on this bright, sunny day,
Wondering why,
I care so much for you in this way,
And why I can't drop it,
Is probably because,
You said it may not be over,
Yet you still scratch me with claws,
Which I sincerely believed,
You would never let bruise,
At least not my body,
You make me feel so used.