It's Cold

There comes a time in your life
when you realize the reality of the situation you are in
you have given all you can
you have expected effort back on your lovers part
then you realize that all you are is sex
that's it
It makes the loving cold
and the memories sting
This feeling of being used
makes your soul cry for justice
The is no justice in the world of selfishness
no justice at all
you must create your own
Reach down into the soul that you have lost
grasp those last remaining pieces of self
and move on

July 29, 1989 - Written after a break-up of course when most poetry is written. I was pissed that I had stayed in this relationship so long.