I am nothing but a footnote in your story

But you took up whole chapters of me
Now, I’m left with nothing but pages of worthless words

I wrote you sonnets and odes
Lines of nauseatingly sweet words

I laid my heart down for you
Blinded by your empty words and wandering lips

I could compose so many beautiful lines
And yet you were content to stay silent

You would give your words to other women
Putting me down to lift them up

I still stayed, still basked in your waning light
Love was beauty, it was pain, it was why you hurt me so

And when our saga finally ended, in those last bloody pages
I let you twist your knife deep in me, let your tongue flay my skin

I wish I could cut out those sections of my history
Wipe our jilted romance from the slate

But I’m stuck having loved you
Left wondering if you ever even loved me at all