my deranged potter

he molded me like a deranged potter

he slapped me down and said "join me in my misery"

he slowly shaped me, spinning me round.

i once sat, face buried in my romance novels

grinning stupidly, my head in the clouds

i thought i found love in his filthy hands but,

god, i was so wrong.

he span me so fast i got dizzy and cracked.

he patched me up and said "this is your life now"

and i believed him but,

god, he was so wrong.