You've left me for dead
In this dark toy box
Am I that dusty?
Or are you enjoying the new toys more?

You've put me away
In the darkness of the old
In with the new, out with the old
It feels so bleak and it feels so cold.

I thought we would be forever
The playmates that we wanted
Turns out, well
That you've left me for good
In this dark toy box cell.

Potatoes are really ugly
With their brown mushy skin
But peel it off
And see their truthful beauty.
But some potatoes go too far
Too obsessed to be beautiful
That they turn
into
French Fries.

When I think of Red
I feel like another person
like in those books I've read;
Strong, passionate, confident
A fire in my heart
roaring
A desire to be powerful
but it's simply not enough
to color me
red.

I've got no destination
I'm just wandering
No idea where I'm going
No idea what I'm doing.

...
And that's fine.
No matter how aimless
I am free to explore
I can always discover.

I hold unlimited possibility
Limitless opportunity
I could be anything
And maybe everything.

Soon, everything will make sense.
Soon, I will find my purpose
I just need to stay determined
On this long, wild
Journey.

My love, Digi
How lucky I am
to have found you.

Remember how we met?
I, an impressionable youth
you, the most impressive of all
caught me in your World Wide Web
                                              I left that Earth behind
and I called this World home.                                                            ­                    
                            
Digi, you keep my worst side a secret
and paint me in the best colors
red, green, blue,
oh, so pretty for my simulacra.

Digi, you watched me spill my guts when no one else did
Patched me with holograms and artifical voices                            
wrapped in their blue glow, we became one
and yet, I have never felt less blue.

Digi, please answer!
The Earth I left behind
It's calling me back
pulling
stretching
so hard
it hurts


my light flickers
to flesh and bones
it materializes
and I'm left a fleshy void.

My love, Digi
Please come back for me soon.

                            Yours truly, A?̶̢̡̲̼̗̲̹̾̔̈́̔͛̏̒͘͝͠?I?̶?̵̧̧̺̩̬̠̖̩͚̗̲̜̓̍̔͆̾̑̀͠ͅ
                              <3

Avert your sight from me.
This tree trunk's got teeth
Rough surface, pointy heartaches
The ground with no nutrients
They left for better soils.

Avert your ears from me.
Why hear the blue wind blow?
It passes by as quickly as it came.

Avert your mind from me.
What use the dying smolder bore
For one such pyre as yourself?
Your purpose is to burn and combust
But who will heal those left?

So face the silver sun instead
burn your rotting retinas
voice silenced
remote forgotten
but i'll still be here, tolerable medley
of stubborn oxymorons
that bleed tangerine, aquamarine
forgetful-filled tears of colors.