The Frustrating Feeling of Abandonment

Left Out to Die

Was I simply
your laundry,
something for you to wear
for a few days,
only to leave me out
on the clothesline
to dry up in the burning heat,
withering into nothing?
I'd like to think not;
I'd like to believe
I was more than some side distraction,
some carnival ride to try out.
But then why does this feeling
of having been used
persist at me
like an angry bee,
stinging me from time to time,
until I'm covered in red marks
that match my eyes,
stained by the fluid pain
pouring out of my face?

I know it's unfair of me
to make such an accusation,
because we had so much more than that.
But, if that was the case,
why did it all have to go away,
leaving me with memories
but no hope for future ones?
Why couldn't we continue
this amazing friendship?
Do you have to disappear
like a ghost of my love's past,
haunting me 'til the end of my days?
Pull the pins away from
my chaffing shoulders
and pull me down of this string,
bring me out of the fiery heat,
even if you choose to never wear me again.
Being able to talk to you will be enough for now.