the used

the used

A Poem by delapruch
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nothing promised is ever pure, when compared to that which simply happens of its own accord.

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the user brings with them a smile that

you’ve seen before

(that is, if you yourself have been

used) &

the initial interaction between the user & the

prospective guppy is one wherein the

user strikes with the most savage venom

whose face is a lethal combination of

sweet sensual seriousness,

bearing fruits of humor, sympathy &

all possibilities of relation that one can

muster

(if their intent is to dig the talons in so

that you act accordingly).

 

the user makes promises that no rational human being

could ever keep &

because it has latched itself on something inside the

prospective “to-be-used,”

the other party follows in sync because they feel the need or

possible insufficiency that exists inside them

can be filled or healed by the

user in question.

 

the user soars over the weakened much like a

vulture watching a dying animal

biding its time before that final swoop down

to claim its dinner.

 

engaging in friendships that will fade away quick

mentioning all those “untapped sources of potential”

(a topic which the now used is sold so well)

teaching new ways of shining bright in the spotlight

while referencing the importance of “staying real”

(killing two birds with one proverbial stone),

the user makes sure all the bases are covered.

 

and as the frequency of the user’s visits pile up

the blood is drained from the body of the used like a

gang of vampires on holiday who have just found a pool of

naiveté deep in the regions of nowhere &

here is where they can do the most damage---

for when the desperate show their true colors,

the users come out of the woodwork to claim their

prize.

 

there is no happy ending here

no moral of the story,

for the only way to recognize a user,

unfortunately,

is to have already been used, drained of everything,

and after having built oneself back up

piece by piece,

to be able to see the corruption a mile away &

to be prepared for it

when it presents itself again---

because it will.

© 2011 delapruch


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Added on November 13, 2011
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delapruch
delapruch

nothingville, NY



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Bio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..