The Man I Used to Love

He was my favorite kind of goodie bag.
Hard candy and prescription pills,
glittery dope bags and lilac scented deception
wrapped tightly in a delicate pink bow
just for me. "You're my girl," he whispered.
This devil didn't just knock on my door, no,
I had to willingly invite him over for tea and cookies.
Make him my lover.
I knew the masked men in the van were going to kill me,
but I jumped in anyway.

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