A Part
Wallflowers were once your favorite bloom,
so you suddenly plucked me from off the wall.
Half dead, but not yet in the tomb,
you treated me like your little doll.
You revived me to speech and gave me a name,
aligned my character to please your own.
I belonged to you, you'd assertively claim.
I was flesh of your flesh and bone of your bone.
Alone at the courthouse, we would wed
in spite of warnings from both sides.
I was somewhat alive, not yet dead,
scuffing through the room with cautious slides.
Your love was sudden, then revealed illusive.
When I revived, you became a zombie.
I guess better neglectful that abusive.
I became a part of you as you became a part of me.
12-8-2020
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