Maybe if I had
Not been your worn out shirt you
Wore for messy jobs
You'd have kept me in
The save for later pile
For when you're ready
To try me again
But I wasn't meant to be
Your forever so
You sold me off and
Only came back around to
Say you found one more
Comforting than my
Once pleading tender touches that
You discarded off
No longer that soft
T-shirt you could adore like
I still adore you
I was the foster
You kept until you found the
One that fit better
Now someone else wears
Me out but not as bad as
You did hanging on
By a thread that you
Left dangling to play with
Pulling at my strings
You didn't have to
Tease at my seams ripping them
When they already
Are loose from the way
You carelessly stretched me out
As far as I could
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PoezjaA series of personal haikus filled with love, heartbreak, trauma, life lessons, and in the moment spontaneous poems. TW: Some suicide & assault. I'll mark them with ⚠︎︎ in the title. Just skip them if you're not comfortable with them.
