It is as if I am an old toy
You loved my company the first few months,
and now you want to toss me into the toy chest.
I no longer hold your attention,
I no longer feed your imagination,
I simply lay here waiting upon the moment when maybe you will miss me.
Trying so desperately for you to notice how gloomy I have been about this,
You do not even notice what you have done,
Nor do you care about how I feel about being tossed to the side.
I want to be your favorite again.
I want to excite your mind.
Pick me back up.
I miss your hands.

"How can you love him like that?"*

At 5, they taught me
how to color shapes
and I would color them
beyond the lines.

At 10, they told me
to make a 500-word essay
and I did a 1000-word
for it and got an F.

At 16, they apprised me
to wear a cocktail dress in a party
and I wore a long dress;
they bullied me for weeks.

At 20, my professor instructed me
to place up to 5 decimal places
and I wrote 7 for assurance;
I failed his class.

At 23, he asked me to love him
with everything that I can
and I gave him beyond everything;
he broke my heart.