THE TOY

Take your false conniving smiles,
The ones in which you use to fool,
To give an aura of a style
That isn't you and just a tool.

A tool to manipulate
And maybe make yourself believe,
That you are human and consecrate,
Every tale and web you weave.

Don't tell yourself I'm just a toy,
Mummified for you to enjoy.
And when you think you're done with me,
Surprise, my love for you will see.

That blood so warm runs through my veins,
Forced through a heart, not turned to stone.
And on your soul I left a stain,
You can't erase and I condone.

The giving back of all the pain,
To awaken your hard and lifeless heart.
So that your eyes will see again,
As empathy floods and darkness departs.

Artwork "Naughty" by Shannon Hourigan.
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