My heart is depleted
And I'm completely
sure
That you care for me
But I'm also
completely sure
That it is to the
degree that
I ultimately don't
matter
My heart is a
disposable commodity
It is the wrapper
that your happiness came in
You've unsheathed
it,
Used it,
Crumpled and thrown
away
That which didn't
seem to matter
But why would it?
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