I cried about you until the water turned cold.

You had scraped your greedy finger along the sides of my interior to

make sure I had nothing left.

I tell my friends how much I hate you. But we both know that's not

true.

You’re really good at making me feel alone.

I am alone.

But then they found me. With their millions and billions of arms all

stretching out for me. Calling my name in unison and screaming with

joy. I was finally happy, finally loved.

Finally.