Poem: Yearning for Authenticity - Betrayed by Lust's Embrace

I find my voice when I'm at my lowest.

Poetry of pain, agony, and decision.

When caught up in a web of desires,

Currently plagued by passion-inspired doubts.

Although I worry that it was fueled by lust's reflection,

We danced in the flames of a short connection.

He left me with wounds I can't ignore

As I yearned for companionship and something more.

Was our relationship only an illusion,

A false embrace, fueled by his lust and the pursuit of his desires?

The awful reality that perhaps I was merely considered as a conquest,

And unrefined tears my heart.

A false embrace, fueled by his lust.

My spirit weeps at this bitter awareness,

But he carelessly consumed my affection.

Oh, the torture of doubt, the searing dread,

If friendship was only a show, a pervasive fiction.

Was my value diminished to serve as a receptacle,

For yearning when the need for company grew stale?

I long for the comfort of a true friend,

Yet it seems that my hopes have been dashed.

His goals were hidden by the passion haze,

My heart dissolved to dust, leaving me wounded.

I'll find my way through this desolate pain,

Reclaiming my value, and putting my strength on display.

I want a true, sincere friendship,

Because I'm more than just a sexual object.