Toys

Trying to be with you

is like trying to get a toy out of a vending machine.

I approach confidently, feeling sure I will succeed.

It is not coins that I spend,

but time and energy.

With every attempt, I feel closer and closer.

You seem to be coming nearer and nearer,

yet when I think I can finally call you mine

you fall back.

I shout,

demanding answers.

I never hear a reply.

I would like a refund, but I know that won’t happen.

I walk away, feeling like I’ve been set up.