i never dreamed of him;
even in my nights, i sought
to escape him. my days
were a sophomoric fantasy;
reality too fractured for me,
i created a world where it
was okay to be so mistreated, neglected,
a star lost in the bleakness of night,
without the sight of a fanning tree,
i crumbled in my bed, misused, discarded,
a piece of trash left to rot until he
needed me.



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