You Used Me

Fake story...within a poem form

I was used by the person I loved.
He took me through a whole bunch of emotions.
He took me through love, hate, and other emotions I can't express.
They were too deep within my heart.
Now we are apart.
And the only reason was because he was using me.
We were sleeping in the same room for the last few years.
He told me he loved me.
But I guess that was a lie.
Since I found out the hard way.
I walked into our bedroom.
Waiting for you to come home.
Only to find you smiling about something else.
I tried to ask you what it was about,
But you wouldn't respond.
You spun me around in a circle.
I didn't understand what you were so happy about.
You pushed me against the bed.
I knew what you wanted then.
We slept together.
I didn't know you were using me at that time.
When I found out wasn't pleasant for you.
We had connected more the night we slept together.
Which was the first time actually.
You never wanted it before that day.
The day you used me to get to another girl.
The girl was someone I knew well...
The girl was my best friend.
We had been dating for months before you decided to use me.
I guess that's what a teenage romance is.
Getting used.
Getting beaten.
I didn't know if that is the road that I wanted to choose.
I know you didn't really hit me,
But sometimes it seems like you wanted to.
I know this story is bouncing all over,
But by the end you will get the point of it.
I mean the point of it was that I was used.
During this whole relationship we would be on the phone
Walk to the beach.
After having sex for the first time,
We had it again on the beach.
You said it was amazing.
I just agreed with you.
It was amazing.
We would walk to the park.
You would lay on me in the shade.
Or tickle me and keep me pinned down.
That was just for torture though.
One day you came over pretty mad.
Sat on me.
Held me down.
I wasn't prepared for what was going to happen next.
You raped me.
You knew I didn't want to do it again.
That is why it turned into rape.
I didn't tell anybody.
I was too scared too.
Then you told me that you cheated on me.
I kicked and screamed to try to get you off me.
But you refused.
I was getting used.
You learned all about my best friend from me.
I shouldn't have helped you.
Now my best friend and I don't talk.
It is all because of you.
Using me to get to her.
Like I said before when I found out it wasn't pleasant for you.
I kicked you in the balls.
You fell in pain.
I ran out the house.
Rain falling on my head.
I beat the crap out of my best friend.
She didn't understand why I was hitting her.
She just knew it had to do with you.
You got to her at the last moment
She was battered.
You tried to pin me down.
I kicked you in the balls again.
You fell off of me.
I continued to beat the crap out of my best friend.
This is how the story ends.
I got used.