Skid Marks - Skid Marks Poem by Alyssa Lynn

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The thing is I feel dumb, like bring me in to throw me out, like draw me in for a kiss, I close my eyes to receive a punch. Like fall in love, wake up and find out he’s married. Like I never meant a damn thing, like I’m not even worth looking at. I feel like the biggest idiot that ever lived. Like I finally found my answer only to fall on my face and look in the mirror and find the skid marks to prove it. Like you pulled me in with some magic lasso, then preferred to feed me to the sharks, yes I’m pretty sure that’s an equivalent to how I feel at this time frame? If I ever get what’s left of me in this you can serve me in one of the worst pies in LondonPretty sure Sweeny Todd would appreciate the business. And I’d love to even feel slightly…useful. Instead of just a skid mark left on the pavement.