I see you.

You see me.

We don’t see eye to eye.

I miss when you held me.

I miss when you loved me,

But I missed the part where you played me.

Like I’m just an object,

A toy. 

I gave you my soul.

My love.

But you,

You gave me a broken heart.

You used me,

My soul, 

Treated it like it was nothing. 

Was it worth it?

Trading a soul for a soul?