Did you ever love me, like I loved your hands?

On my throat as you choked me with your lips, on hers.

Did you ever want me, like I wanted your attention?

Out of the corner of your eye, when she spoke.

Did you ever need me, like I needed you around?

Or did you not care, like the poet who wrote these line?

Ignoring that the similies, like metaphors of you, were not for her.