love, poetry, women

Disposable Action Figure

Brought on a whim,

Your excitement

When you took me home

Melted my plastic heart

Reforged in the whorls

Of your thumbprint

But you bored so easily

Lost the urge

Too tired to play with me anymore

I never pretended I was a custom made

Collectable

But there is no mould for me

Meagre special features 

But tougher and simpler to

Assemble than any other toys

You played with

Under the bed

Gathering dust

My eyes are used to the dark

And my cheap

Fervent wish is you recall

What fun we had

Reach past the dust

Play with me

Again.

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