Am I invisible? I’m standing here but am not seen.
You say you love me, but it’s not what you really mean.
You’ve never loved me, yet you keep me on your shelf.
You’ve never wanted me; still you want to keep me to yourself.
Your heart is the ocean and your love is the tide.
I swim and swim but there’s no where to hide.
Beaten, battered, broken, torn.
All this friction; I’m becoming very worn.
Here one day, gone like the wind.
Hoping for one moment with you to spend.
Heart torn open, Soul in knots.
Shirts shoulders covered in make-up blots.
Without you here, I’m only a waif.
In your arms I’m home; In mine, you’re safe.
For you, I’m here, you know that well.
Which is why, I’m stuck here in hell.
But, I love you, Don’t get me wrong.
I’ve happily let you use me all along.
So use me up as long as you may.
Keep me around; Don’t throw me away.
I’d rather be here: Collecting dust on your shelf.
Than the alternative: Alone and by myself.
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