Echoes Of Poetry

plaything: is that what I'm to you?

In a world where hearts entwine,
A tale of love gone askew, I find.
A bittersweet symphony, my words portray,
A lament of a toy, trapped in dismay.

Once, a hopeful soul, yearning to be seen,
I embraced your love, like a dream serene.
Yet, I sensed the truth beneath your guise,
A mere plaything, in your lover's guise.

With eyes wide open, I entered the game,
Knowing deep down, it would never be the same.
You never sought my heart, just a fleeting joy,
A toy to amuse, but never to employ.

I accepted my role, though it brought me pain,
Hoping to forget you, like drops in the rain.
But oh, how it hurts, each tear that I shed,
Every night, every moment, filled with dread.

Your face, a haunting presence in my mind,
A constant reminder of love left behind.
How long can I endure this unending woe?
Perhaps, my dear, it's time to let you go.

For a toy deserves more than transient affection,
A love devoid of depth, mere deception.
I'll gather strength, gather fragments of my pride,
To reclaim myself, from where it's been denied.

No longer shall I linger in your shadow's trace,
I'll find solace and peace, in another's embrace.
Though memories may linger, like whispers in the night,
I'll bid adieu to the toy I once played in your sight.

In this journey of healing, my spirit shall mend,
A toy no longer, but a soul that transcends.
For I am worthy of love, pure and true,
No longer confined as a toy, in a game played by you.

~~~Kereninkwell