He has one eye missing
And a patchwork ****.
I tell everybody he’s winking,
That he has one eye shut.
He’s lost a lot of hair
And he no longer sits up
Like he used to before.
But whenever I see him
I am never in doubt
He is still the bear I adore.

Bubby Bear is a very good bear
The best friend there ever could be.
He sleeps by my side every night
And Bubby never argues with me.

When things get too scary
Or out of control I go and
Grab up Bubby and hold him.
He’s always warm and he’s
Sympathetic, and so I never
Feel the need to scold him.
I can always talk to him
And explain things out
Because he is so very patient.
I think it is because he
Is such a very wise bear
And always there waiting.

Bubby Bear is the finest bear
He always right beside me.
I don’t have to worry that he
He might want to abandon me.

Some people like to tease me
About the way Bubby looks
And make fun of his condition.
But they have to admit to me
They don’t have a friend who gives
One hundred percent permission,
And never gets tired of them
Or tattles their confidences
Or gets bored with what they say.
That’s why Bubby is my best friend
Always was, always will be
All night long and every single day.

Bubby Bear is a very good bear
He puts up with my every whim.
I feel sorry for anyone who
Doesn’t have a friend like him.

I'm stuck

walking towards something that you don't believe in,
seeking the non-existent possibility.

Love.

You say that I'm beautiful
that you want every last part of me.

But if that is true,
why am I left out in the dark calling your name?

You've abandoned me,
to suffer a perpetual existence
between being happy in love
or
left to live without it.

You know I won't leave you,
so you put me on your shelf
to be taken out on your rainy days,
because,
to you,
my love is simply a toy to play with.

Those rainy days are my best,
being played with and getting your attention
makes me soar.

It gives me hope that maybe,
someday,
I won't be put back on the shelf.
That my love will be enough for you.

And until that day,
or the day I break,
I will sit happily on your shelf,
collecting dust

Waiting for my love to be returned by you in it's fullest.
My one and only.

I don't know if I bother you at all. Like on a regular day, do I sometimes pop out in your head? Or a post or quote and instantly, you are reminded of me? Do our memories together and your memories of me bother you at night or even bother you at all?

I know that for me this is a fact. That you bother me. My thoughts still lead to you. I think I know why but I don't want to assume, I think it's because maybe I'm not really over you.
That what I did feel for you was and is still true, that you were the dream come true yet you were the sugar coated worst nightmare to ever exist.
I don't know if I bother you like you bother me, I don't even know if what you've said you felt for me was even true at all.

You see and you know I've always had trust issues because of people leaving and I try not to care when they leave me. But you, when you left... I felt like crashing down and it was like a pang of reality that people do still leave me and I do still care and that I do still break. I don't know if my thoughts are just lingering memories of the imaginary us and the what ifs in my mind and the unfulfilled plans and desires for the supposedly love story of us.

You don't know how much I broke down when you chose to stop loving me, you don't know how angry I felt towards myself because yet again I was not enough and still was just an option and the least option that you'd ever pick, you don't know how much I wanted to beg you to stay but what's the point of you staying with me if you've already chosen another and you're unsatisfied with me?, you don't know how I have deeply loved you even though we only had the shortest "becoming to be" love story, you don't know that I still care for you deeply and silently hope you'd come back for me, you don't know how much I want you to regret leaving me but I am not cruel enough to make you suffer the way you made me suffer...

You don't know how much your memories have poisoned my mind, heart and soul.

I always want you to be happy, even though you're not with me. I know you'd suffer when you'll stay with me longer so it was really better for you to leave... but, you still don't know that I am both selfish and selfless for you.

You don't know at all.
It was truly over before it even started.

Let me tell you a story
About a girl and a boy,

He's got a cupid's arrow,
But he plays it like a toy.

The person she trusted was her friend
was setting up another tent.
She could act like she doesn't care,
She could act like she would dare
To look.
But to see him smiling at her best friend,
In a way that a lover would?

It really cuts her through
her root.

I'll give you
something else
to toy with,
so you can leave
my heart
alone.

Am I being used?
Do you actually care..
I feel so unimportant.
Am I simply a *** toy,
An object.
Do you love me?
Want me for more then my body?
Will I ever know?

Of simple plastic
made with screws and with transfers.
The fads of old youth
banished high upon the shelf
now a plaything for the dust.