YOU

She woke up the night before

Hair as soft as silk

Smooth curves

nicely served

just for you

She put her destiny in your arms before

Yet

You treated her like a whore

Dragged her across the floor

Broke her heart into pieces

Yet

Demanded more

Look at the forgotten gem in the ocean

Now an empty trophy

out of motion

Nothing more to give or take

Meeting you was the biggest mistake.

This poem is about: 
Me

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