New Toys

The Poet in Blue

On December 25th we’ve always expected new toys

And in our expectation (your expectation)

You’ve left me to collect dust in a cupboard or an attic

Unused discarded and forgotten

Because to you I am no longer relevant

Just a toy you used to play with.

 

When I was unwrapped , I was shiny and new and to you

Beautiful

Now I’m broken and dull and soulless

But I don’t know if I was broken before or after I met you.

I was used and we played house, dreams and futures are what we talked about

 

I had my time as one of your toys

And it might be one of the biggest regrets in the entirety of my life

Because now I’m both tarnished and tempted:
I’m tempted to explore the concept of love but since you’ve tarnished me no other little boy or girl will have me

After all we want new toys not old ones

So I hope when you open the new toys under the tree that instead of savagely ripping the paper you peel it gently , you’ll treat them kindly so that they do not also become toys you used to play with.

  • Author: The Poet in Blue (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 26th, 2024 12:21
  • Category: Sad
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