Discarded - Poetry



I dreamt I saw you before me.

You hadn't changed a bit.

Still the same asshole

that I thought could change my life.

In this dream, you smiled

and I wondered if you were sad.

How strange our minds can become

when we are broken like discarded dolls.

Perhaps when I awaken

I shall realize my mistake

of ever taking you seriously.

Forgive me; my sins are still

Being washed from my skin. 



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