Ruined
She stays there
with nothing to keep her company
but the tree
the tree that ruined her
the tree that made her ugly
the tree that ensured that she would never
be driven again
she used to be beautiful
sleek lines
shiny paint
tuned engine
she used to be cared for
cleaned
scrubbed
vacuumed
now she is broken
she is dirty
she is scratched
her lover left
he got out one day
leaving her in a field
he was beautiful then
he was power hungry
lust driven
and had a gleam in his eye
that was always alight
he stormed into battle
a great battle at that
he fought hard
he was winning
then he lost
she was forced to stare
at his cold and broken body
until they came again
to take her lover
and bring him away to a place unknown
they didn’t even spare her a second glance
she was the most important thing to him
and the disregarded her like a fly on the wall
people come here now
to see the lover of the hero
but she sits broken
uncared for
and sad
awaiting for the day that the irony of life
will take her so her lover can care for her once more
the tree came and sat
in her passenger seat
most see it as a gift to her
so she doesnt have to be alone
but she sees it as a curse
because even though she has someone riding shotgun
the driver seat feels more empty than it ever did before
so she sits
with the tree
the one that ruined her for anyone else
so she sits
waiting for the day that she can see him once more
so she sits
missing him more
feeling the place that should be filled
empty
so she sits waiting
waiting
waiting
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