Trash

I ripped out my teeth so you could make a necklace

But you tossed them out the window, saying I was reckless.

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I plucked every hair from my head, ignoring blood, to keep you warm

But you looked to the sky and whipped them into the storm.

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I was hesitant to bleed for you but you asked so I opened the tap

Just to realize you hated the flavor, it was just a trap.

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A way to make me leak onto the floor and slowly vanish from memory.

Just a final way to throw me out with the old books of the last century.