You were perfect and I was just practice,
You'd used me till you needed to upgrade...
You were a dog and I was just a chew toy,
You'd shake me till I would no longer squeak...
You were the love of my life and I was just a passenger in yours,
You'd pick me up and kick me off when you'd like...
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A special type of high in saving yourself.
PoetryA book of Love, Trauma, Sadness, Sleepless Nights and intrusive Thoughts A book of my poems. (None of the images in this book are mine except the image on the title page)
