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.

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and from afar they watch us
like a puppeteer destroying
ugly, used, cheap toys.