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For Your Entertainment
To him, I was a toy
Thrown about
Ripped apart
Fucking me up
He tucked me away
Somewhere he'd never forget
And still today
Hidden under lock and key
Behind the cabinets
Of his happy memories
Kept well brushed and groomed
Well used
Sits his favorite toy
Most entertaining
To her, I was a pillow
A punching bag
Thrashed between white knuckles
A fragile, tiny leaf in the wind
About to be crushed
By dirty feet
She shouted
She mocked me
But under a troubled smile
She was the devil
With beaming blue eyes
Her accent coated the breath of a liar
She was satisfied with me
Most entertaining
Who am I to them?
An object? A thing?
Something memorable
Making them happy
But I have left them with that
Every last thought
Sitting, waiting, watching
For their turn to strike
A gift from me
For your entertainment
Thrown about
Ripped apart
Fucking me up
He tucked me away
Somewhere he'd never forget
And still today
Hidden under lock and key
Behind the cabinets
Of his happy memories
Kept well brushed and groomed
Well used
Sits his favorite toy
Most entertaining
To her, I was a pillow
A punching bag
Thrashed between white knuckles
A fragile, tiny leaf in the wind
About to be crushed
By dirty feet
She shouted
She mocked me
But under a troubled smile
She was the devil
With beaming blue eyes
Her accent coated the breath of a liar
She was satisfied with me
Most entertaining
Who am I to them?
An object? A thing?
Something memorable
Making them happy
But I have left them with that
Every last thought
Sitting, waiting, watching
For their turn to strike
A gift from me
For your entertainment
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