He was like a crocheted sweater
Warm and embracing
Made with Beautiful threads of love
He was like a June day
Filled with little yellow flowers
Stitched up with smiles and lemonade
He was like bell bottom jeans
Once my go to
But out of fashion today
He was like a mirror
Filled with many of my reflections
Yet shattered on the floor now
He was like a dream i once had
Yellow outlined clouds and sunsets filled
Now a nightmare filled with panic and torture