You had me wrapped up in your fingers,
Like a spider knits its web.
You taunted me with mind games,
All just to get into my head.
You tossed them into the water,
A few stepping stones.
You knew which one just to throw,
The one that I would never let go.
You used me just like a painter with a brush
To illustrate a landscape,
In which I would feel lust,
Just to dip me in water and wash it all away.
Under a spell is where you had me,
One that would never break.
Unless you spotted a new prize,
Who would be naive enough not to realize your ways?
Poem About Feeling Used
Led On
Published by Family Friend Poems August 2016 with permission of the Author.
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