hurricane
And like a hurricane,
you swept me off my feet
then spat me back out
when you were done -
like I meant nothing.
You had a purpose,
to take me whole
then leave me in shambles
like a broken toy -
unloved and deserted.
Because dear, hurricanes like you
were made to destroy, not build.
// R.M
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