when love is just lust...

Do I swallow?
Yes I fucking swallow.
I swallow my dignity and pride
just to keep you satisfied.
I take in the hurt and words
you shove down my throat
over and over until I choke,
but you don’t care,
you don’t care.
I’m just skin to you,
a physical entity to occupy
the empty spaces on your hands,
the gap between your thighs. 
and the cold side of your bed,
then you fall asleep
once you’ve had your fill.
You never deemed me fit
to take up the space that
actually matters - your heart,
You’ve reduced me to this,
all body, no mind or soul,
and you don’t care,
you don’t fucking care.