you mashed
me
against
your chest
in a flash
I was gone
you mashed another
I was second
dish
like
mash
potatoes
you didn't lather
me in gravy
you simply
liked me
plain
I
wasn't hot
I
wasn't cold
you seem
to like
the
hot
I was
in the middle
like in
the
sandwich
you like
in bed
"I'm not the one to mash."
You let me
go
YOU ARE READING
clasping roses {√}
Poetry❛❛no one was searching for what she was searching for..❜❜ From when I'm missing you. Dark thoughts take over. But when you leave. I have someone new. May 14 2017: Ranked 853 in poetry
