Bottles

I set myself up every time,

Every night I get weak for you,
I open myself up to you again,
I get vulnerable,
And you tear me apart.
 
Every night I think,
"No, things have changed,
She's different,
Everything's different now."
But no.
Everything's still the same.
You still don't care.
You still wish me away.
 
You still build me up 
Then let me down.
You still know how to play with me,
Like a lioness
Awaiting her prey. 
You know it's coming,
And you can't wait to bring 
your malice down upon me.
Watch me skimp away, 
Weakened and blind.
 
This poem is about: 
Our world

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