Sex Toy

Sex Toy

You don't want me.
You never did.
The ability to "get it up" for me
Is not the need to be joined,
With my heart beating against yours,
Tempo'd to each other.
How long were your love-words empty,
Uttered without your brain engaged
Or your soul intact?
How many times
Was I the friendly depository
Of your needful emissions?
Maybe my love wasn't what you thought
It should be,
But it was still yours, as broken as it was...
Gift-wrapped in the comics section,
Ripped and repaired in duct tape.
You did me a disservice-
Taking without giving,
Using me with well-intentioned excuses.
You did yourself a worse wrong,
Wasting your life and your time
On someone you valued so little.
You should have bought a blow-up doll -
You'd have been happier.

Lost

Floating in a sea of lonely,
Drifting on her empty tides,
Looking for a soul to guide me,
Watching as the past flies by.
Where did all my friendships wander?
What has happened to my dreams?
When did I get old and bitter?
Why is life not what it seems?

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Holy fuck, give my brain 2 mins to come up with some shit and this is what pours out. Better not let her loose unstupervised again.

I hate feeling like this. Almost all the important people in my life, the tripod that held me up, have wandered off. And I don't think anyone misses me. As a matter of fact, I'm not sure that if I died tomorrow, I'd leave much of a legacy anyway.

I wonder how many other people feel that way, too.