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I was there When she cried I sat there Just holding her When she screamed I froze I didn't know how to handle her unravel I didn't know how to sew her back together For you see My own thread was worn My own stitches were coming apart From years of too-tight hugs My button eyes coming undone From all the pain I've seen you go through My ratty fur matted wet from tears You dried on my corduroy skin I still feel it The bite marks on the back of my head from where you clenched your jaw so hard around my nylon flesh You screamed into my stuffed brain so loud you reverberated my neurons of synthetic polyester cotton mix The best thing about being your teddy bear Was being there for you Making you happy when you cried Laugh when you were down You thought I was a Russian bear warrior, You named my Mishka It was coolest thing ever You thought I was invincible Until you grew up. You stopped having me around as often You grew up as I wore down Your problems where not tears I could wipe away My stitched smile could not spread to your face anymore My button eyes, the ones once so polished that they gleamed, Now dull and scratched You threw me when you were angry Squeezed me when you sobbed Locked me up in closets Hid your childish joy from sight I guess that's the thing about being your childhood best friend. I only lasted in your childhood
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
Mishka, the Russian bear Warrior
I was there When she cried I sat there Just holding her When she screamed I froze I didn't know how to handle her unravel I didn't know how to sew her back together For you see My own thread was worn My own stitches were coming apart From years of too-tight hugs My button eyes coming undone From all the pain I've seen you go through My ratty fur matted wet from tears You dried on my corduroy skin I still feel it The bite marks on the back of my head from where you clenched your jaw so hard around my nylon flesh You screamed into my stuffed brain so loud you reverberated my neurons of synthetic polyester cotton mix The best thing about being your teddy bear Was being there for you Making you happy when you cried Laugh when you were down You thought I was a Russian bear warrior, You named my Mishka It was coolest thing ever You thought I was invincible Until you grew up. You stopped having me around as often You grew up as I wore down Your problems where not tears I could wipe away My stitched smile could not spread to your face anymore My button eyes, the ones once so polished that they gleamed, Now dull and scratched You threw me when you were angry Squeezed me when you sobbed Locked me up in closets Hid your childish joy from sight I guess that's the thing about being your childhood best friend. I only lasted in your childhood
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
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