Everything

I miss when everything was new and I thought I was special, and desirable, and worthy. There's no better feeling than when he used to touch me and ravage me and it seemed like he couldn't get enough of me. Now I'm sure he's had his fill. I feel cursed to provide everything for everyone while accepting the least. Show up and serve. That's all I'll ever be good for, and I'll ever be used for. Banish all expectations.