Used

Entangled and thrown away.

Each time was a new way of being used.

The existence of affection was absent.

I was just something of a puppet.

Pulled in by the strings of its master and discarded once the strings were broken.

Never once were my feelings acknowledged.

A cycle of shattered hope, broken by you.

You were the first one to prioritise my feelings over your own.

You were the first to not treat me like an object.

You were the first one who didn't think of sex whenever you stared into my eyes.

All you saw was beauty, not promiscuity.

I thought I had many loves before you.

My first love made me the pathetic pile of rot I was.

Though, now I can be sure that you are my true first love.