Destined

I am one of many,
never to be one of a kind.
Unimportant, anonymous lover,
stealing moments, stealing time.
Fool to believe I was anything more.
I know my place now, earned it, so please, I implore,
use me how you want, hold fast or lambaste.
Love me then leave me,
long ago I should have foretaste,
the birth righted life of an outcast I face.
For there's nothing more for me to be than a pistol to the head,
of every soldier I've shared a bed.