#plaything
I’m Mz Mortenson, if you please.
I dispensed with the charade
when I went to my grave.
Life can be tricky
if you’re pretty.
My life was a role,
I couldn’t always control.
How unaware the dumb bombshell seemed.
Still, I was labeled the obscene Norma Jeane.
in reel life’s small doses,
the role was emotionally corrosive,
merely etching away my fragile identity.
In real life it proved erotically explosive
destroying my privacy, serenity, and sanity.
I thrilled in some 29 films, I took a few pills,
was a plaything for mobsters and tabloid mills.
When I started a fling with the president,
did I have any idea what I was up against?
Some free advice - beware of counterintelligence.
Homicide, suicide - what does it matter
- which one is sadder?
I knew I’d always be there for you, sensuously beckoning,
at 24 frames per second, like an eternal flame - flickering.
Jun 17, 2024
Jun 17, 2024 at 9:17 PM UTC
Am I your play thing?
An object for entertainment?
When you have nothing
That brings you any amusement?
You call only when you need
But when you are happy
You packed your bags and leave
Without thinking about me
Left me out in the cold
Making me blame myself
Tormenting my own soul
Thinking I am not worthy of love
Oct 30, 2022
Oct 30, 2022 at 2:58 PM UTC
*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.*
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC
You taste sweet
Like chocolate kisses and fresh raindrops
You're a warm ray of sunshine
Tickling the cooled skin on my arms
And my quivering lips
You're a soothing melody for when I can't sleep
You're all the things I want to keep
When I was a child he was my plaything
The teddy bear that I cuddled with
And the mirror that I used
When I wanted to learn how to kiss
He is the the song that played on repeat in the back of my mind
The hard piece of bubblegum that cost only a dime
You are my future
He is my past
He was the first
But darling, you are the last
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC
punishment, not fit
for a velvet plaything
treated like lobotomized dogs
vast vivid wilderness of pain
will you ever see through the fog
the wretchedness I adore
in my head, eternal hell
taken for granted our prizes are mounted
the hypocrisy we deplore
punishment not fit for a mangled heart
blisters these hands twitch
to be found, all is lost to start
feel the nervous itch
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 7:25 AM UTC
Control freak
to
control freak
This will be a duel
Your hand
in
my hair
Using me as your tool
Youll tell me
What to do
Ill manipulate
The scene
Youll be
the cruel master
But youll never
Be mean
I can play
the kitten
Harmless
Just wanting
to play
And then youll
Lose control
From the ***** things
I say
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC
Have you felt being needed?
It’s great, it adds to your ego
But what if it’s too much
And nothing’s true anymore.
I’m there when you need me
But when I need you, you’re gone
Your selfish egotistical self
Never repaying your debt.
Now, I've decided
No longer would I be used
I’m not your dummy anymore
You’ll learn to live when I’m gone.
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 2:38 AM UTC