Damaged Goods
Author's Note: Like to thank Tuesday November for this idea. I honestly never considered writing poetry for Tellatrix before.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
You think I'm damaged goods
And you'd be right.
I ain't no Saint
I got addictions and vices
That'd drive a shrink insane.
But then I look at you
After we've made sweet love
With all your scars, tattoos
Your Raven Hair, wild and untamed.
You saved my daughters.
You're just as fucked up in the head as I am.
But you love me unconditionally.
You don't judge me, unlike my ex, Colleen.
And I don't judge you.
I love you unconditionally too.
I thank God everyday that I met you.
We're both damaged goods.
And we don't give a shit.
Author's Note: I hope you all enjoyed it. God bless and please leave a review.