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The Broken Toy
Lies
All you ever say is lies.
I will never hurt you.
I will never cheat on you.
I will always be there for you.
I need you.
I love you.
Lies.
Every single one of them is a lie..
Because you don’t destroy the ones you love.
And everytime I so much as think of you,
A shovel attacks my heart,
Digging an endless pit,
In what once was a heart,
That was bursting of love,
Is now hollow.
Empty.
All because of you.
You use me like an old toy.
I was fun for awhile,
But now you’ve found bigger and better toys to play with.
Reviving me out of the bin.
Only when it’s convenient to you.
Usually you just pick up other toys,
Acting as if it’s nothing.
That it’s okay that you do this.
While I’m laying at the bottom of the beat up toy chest.
Hoping you’ll pick me up.
You used to treat me like a queen,
Because you were my king,
Now you look at me as if I’m a peasant,
Finding everything else,
And making it your most prized possession.
While I’m dumped at the bottom of the tattered toy chest.
Praying you’ll pick me up and play with me.
But all you do is toss me aside.
Barely glancing at,
The once colorful pieces of plastic,
Now fading and shattering all over the bathroom floor.
One day you’re going to come begging,
Finally realizing I was your favorite toy,
Making excuses for the way you broke me.
But you’ve done this before,
Then you drop me,
And the plastic breaks.
You act as if it’s nothing.
That it will all be fixed.
But the truth is,
I’m always that I’m always the one that fixes everything.
I always gather up the broken pieces,
I always glue them back together,
While you sit there,
Watching me,
Making me feel like I’m crazy,
Making me feel like it’s my fault,
That I’m so broken.
When you’re the one who smashed me to pieces.
And I gave you the hammer,
But I thought it was the glue.
I was so focused on what I wanted,
That I forgot what I deserved.
And I don’t deserve to be toyed with.
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