I can't really say I’m surprised
Or even that I’m disappointed.
The love I was offered before we started
Had me feeling like I was appointed
Had me feeling like I was chosen
Had me feeling like I was important
Like I mattered, you know?
I bought into your promise,
Bought into your proposition,
Thinking it was a proposal.
Your silver tongue made it difficult
To see that all I was being offered was Fool's Gold.
I was just another asset,
Just a product for you to "invest in",
Another prospect for you to exploit.
My value to you was held only
In what you could gain from loving me.
The love I was delivered was different.
It had no warmth, no humanity.
It was inorganic, unnatural, used
Acquiring your love required labour,
But that labour was never fully compensated.
© Thokoza B. Lushaba