I'm just a toy.
A broken boy with no tongue.
You came over because you wanted to play...
But I told you I'm not a board game.
You picked me up, looking me over.
Examining my glossy eyes.
Its so easy for you to ignore the saddness present behind my blinds.
A rag doll within your hands;
You lifted my arms up, and opened my legs.
"Lets try this again..."
Even when I asked you to stop,
Its as if I was already dead.
Plastic lips, plastic smiles,
You finished quickly with our play date.
Left on the ground as you escaped.
I cried into the night, cutting out my demons that stayed.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
