Child Star
All I wanted for you was to
be adored,
Adorned,
Preyed upon like a
carnivore
In a butcher shop.
And all you ended up
wanting
Was solitude,
And the simple pleasures of
Vegetable pastures.
We both wanted different
shades of green,
Mine glitzy and lined with
velvet,
Yours in stems and spring.
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