To you...

Countless text on the phone
The passion behind is shone through them all.
Forewarned and told countless times,
Don't let him get to you.
After time my walls came down,
And I fell for you and hit the ground.
Your on my mind all the time
Nothing will make you go away.
What am I to you?
A toy? Something to be used.
Am I an accomplishment you need to do,
Or just something to be screwed?
I'm not a being with no feelings,
I have compassion and a heart that's still healing.
Many a time have I been hurt,
Hoping and pleading you weren't the same
Only to have you disappear again.
You say you love me,
But that I hate you,
When I had told you before my feeling towards you.
Your confusing me, and slightly hurting me to,
So tell me...
What am I to you?