discolouration

you didn't mark me so i was yours, you marked me so no one else could have me
not you, not anyone
visualising me being taken while knowing you'd never be there after that night
it must have been easy
to capture me knowing you'd throw me out as soon as
you got what you were looking for
you got my attention, my affection and even mistakenly my heart
it was never meant to be yours
but isn't that what you like?
taking stuff that isn't yours to take
taking the happiness people have found within you
i wasn't her, i didn't take your happiness
instead i gave you mine
which you took until someone else started giving it to you

you didn't need me anymore
you never needed me to begin with
i was just a small paragraph in the disastrous chronicle that is your life.