use me

he painted me beautiful but

priced me low

so i spend everyday ever since

questioning every mirror i break.

he twirls me to an end

of our dance

and lets go of my hand

just when i feel we fit

perfection;

playing games with me as i

dangle over a cliff of

my broken memories, he is

letting go of the rope

now pulling through my heartstrings

holding on every now and then just to

hear me cry

"help me, please"

; I would speak but my lips are

sewn together with words of flattery and

stains of yesterkisses.

-

and from afar they watch us

like a puppeteer destroying

ugly, used, cheap toys.