Unloved,
dirty.
That was the way you made me feel.
When we fought it was like World War One.
Debris and destruction everywhere.
But when we came face to face
rather than killing each other
we put down our weapons
our lips would lock
and in a heated frenzy our passion would ignite.
After making up the cycle would start again.
But no more.
It's a part of the past now.
I am no longer under your control.
No longer a blow up doll at your beck and call.
