Accustomed To Being Used

Would I be one to say,
I have come to service your needs.
Then when I gained your trust and belief in me,
I would just leave?
I might.
If I thought it was to my benefit,
To use you to then take flight.
But then again...
You just may be accustomed to being used.
And it wouldn't matter what I did to you to do.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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