You threw me away with the trash
I came down hard when I crashed.
you suffered no repercusions, no back-lash.
Someone came to my rescue, you knew.
But you still hurt me more; I withdrew.
The odds were somewhat stacked; I stewed.
I came apart at all my seams, full throttle.
I reverted all the way back to baby's bottle.
you left me on a new search; ended up at Cottle.
How was I to know that you were so deadly?
you wore no sign, and no kind of head bandanda
you just laid out the yellow peeling of the banana.
I glided on the slippery slope of dead love
lost in the maze of a lover's tryst gone wrong
how can I get back myself after all it's been so long.
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You can't. Each moment is always a new self. Take the reigns and head for the self you want.
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You're in rare form, PerV, wow - thanks so much; I agree
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ah dead love, it can be a crazy slippery slope yes, full of anguish and tears of yesterday. a good piece.
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thanks
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great write!
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Thankslol
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