Unwanted rags

She just wanted to be loved;

to be happy, to be free.

A couple of left turns.

I’m sorry.

Death of a loved one,

by murder. Stone cold murder.

Medicine or poison?

Bottoms up.

Friend or lover?

Maybe a pet.

Karma’s a bitch.

She just wanted to be loved;

to be happy, to be free.

But what’s left of her are

unwanted rags, a broken soul, hangovers;

caged by her own guilt.

But still,

you want me.