Ones That Use You

when his heart is a wreck
and the latest girl didn't keep the vows.
he ends up here, ruminating without regret.

So I do my duty;
make him laugh and plan every sentence
and it works not to be myself, at least not truly;
he will be gone soon, running without repentance.

Because I'm flattered now
when I'm the 'Hail Mary', the go-to-girl
soon I will be bitter, in love somehow;
Then he'll be raving about the One who makes his world.

Still I roll my eyes
when he makes me declare 'I love you too.'
and he watches, thinking I'll hang onto the lies;
Even if I could, you can't love the ones who use you.

by Delilah Miller

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