being the toy that i am

WIth you I am just a toy,

 I am the one who feeds your ego,

 
the one who gives you pleasure,

 when you are done and tired,

 you would throw me away,

 hoping that I would not feel anything,

 when others cant fulfill you, you would come back,

 as though I am your only one,

 because you know,

 my heart would always be opened,

 you seek others and find a better one,

 brand new, even better looking,

 yet you complain,

 that the others are not like me,

 again,blind hope is given to the ugly toy,

 but, i know you wont come back,

 cant you see?

 no one would love you as much as I

 an idiot who would bruise her own heart,

 if this was not a mental torture,

 I would be half dead.