Toy Boy
I try to write this poem
Yet the words won’t come out
An empty page and heart
I looks as darkness has filled this page
Another look and I see
The empty shell you’ve made me
It’s not the pen, the poem, or the paper
But simply just me
I finally opened my heart to be destroyed
I remembered now
You close your heart and don’t let anyone get close
Otherwise you hurt
I broke the rules and fell in love
Thought you were the one but I’m just a foolish boy
All I was to you was the blood you leeched on
A unwanted toy
That’s all I am now
My use is over
So now you’ll get a new toy
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