You came into my life
And swoon me off my legs
You made me feel special
Then took all I had
I was only an accessory
Like a Swarovski bag
You threw me away the moment
You got your stain on me
Like a used napkin after feast
And just like that I was of no more use
So I landed in the trash
"No one wants leftovers"
Was what you said
You thought you broke me
And prepared to hang my scalp
But forgot the one thing
All the poets warned about:
The wild at heart will always howl free.
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This was very deep, Imola! I loved the last line!
Absolutely loved that last line. The truth is they were the trash the whole time
You're howling free now, Imola! 💛 An amazing poem. Started off sad, but ended with strength. I'm so sorry for that loser of an ex you had back then. Stay strong, always!
The last line! They may discard now, guilt will haunt in mysterious ways.
Beautifully crafted words.
Oh, this is hits all kinds of hard. I loved it. But, was a difficult read. And like Randy said. Leftovers are awesome. I'm Scottish Italian (I say that a lot, sorry), and leftover Nonna's pasta or pizza used to be the absolute best thing. So you know. You're better for being cast out by the person in the poem and becoming who you are now. You are fast becoming one of my favourite poets on Vocal. Just so you know. :) I don't say that lightly either.
I absolutely love this and that last line hits hard after reading all of that neglect.
Great use of some savage imagery in this, Imola! Very well done!
Leftovers are the best!!!!! Freshly baked is nice, but nothing beats that crispy crust of that which has been twice baked. In other words, you're well rid of such a fool, lol.
Great though
Wow. Beautiful
We cannot be tamed or consumed. Beautifully wrought poem.
very beautiful
There's a lot to think about after reading this poem. Good job.
Such a powerful poem! I’m thrilled to say I’m subscribed 🫶🏽
Love that last line
Very heartbreaking, but I love how that final line ends in strength!