I was just an obsession to you A hobby, a toy That you could play with one day exploit all of its wonders see what it could give to you And the next day just casually toss in a shadowy attic To be forgotten To be found far in the future Old, and dusty Not broken, just dark from disuse and abandonment
This is what you thought of me This is how you treated me Like a novelty, a child's toy I can't believe I fell for your casual ways The way you made me feel special But I was never special I was just another brief obsession of yours A curiosity I drew your attention, piqued your interest But now you've found a new toy to play with And I'm left here collecting dust
This is my first poem ever and I'm new to writing poetry. Any advice is appreciated.