Like a child on Christmas morning,
You unwrapped me.
Eyes wide as you untied my bows and tore off my coverings.
In the coming hours,
I was all you seemed to care about.
New. Exciting. Fun.
Until you got bored.
Like that child, you became disinterested in your new toy, ready to move on to the next new body to unwrap.
My body still lingers with the scent of you as you're running your hands down another.
I am not broken or defective but I was so easily cast aside
That I wonder if I ever meant anything to you at all?
If she means anything to you at all?
I am not a toy,
And I do not have a return policy. If you did not intend on keeping me,
You should've left me at the store,
Should not have brought me home.
Should not have tore off my packaging and used me,
Only to decide I was of no use to you after the newness wore off.
I am not a toy.
I am a person.
And I am tired of being treated as less.
Why do I let people treat me like less?
I should've known to stay home.
I should've known it was better to be alone
Than it is to spend the night in someone's arms
Only to return to my cold empty bed in the morning,
Aching for your touch,
Yet knowing it meant nothing to you.
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Things I Should Say- A Book of Poems
PoetryI haven't posted any of my poetry yet, so... I am going to start that. this helps my anxiety. hope you enjoy 💓
