Made for Pain

A Short Poem

MentalDessert
Jul 20, 2017 · 1 min read

A spare part,

to be forgotten,

after our flaming start

we turned into embers,

simmering coals

reminiscing about

the passion of past days

now we’re astray.

I’m a broken doll,

with tangled hair,

you never share

this discarded body

strewn about

never retrieved

for pleasure,

only pain.


You made it to the bottom… yay. If you dig this, ❤️️ it! Please and cupcakes. (Or… that’s what they tell me to do at least.)

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