This is a story of many of us who have gotten into a situation with no any other way out but to pass through it.Through the seemingly interminable series of denial and disbelief, and then acceptance, followed by the painful awakening, a very long process of self healing caused by our slip of judgment. Maybe we had seen it all coming, but we were too enamored to care, we'd thought we were in control, until one day, just like a junkie, we were all under the influence.Defenses collapsed.Interventions denied. Truth twisted. Logic defied.
You were the shiny toy everyone wanted to try but didn't want to keep. You were just a novelty item, no lasting value, a thing to satisfy a fleeting whim, and after being used up and outgrown, thrown into oblivion. Of course you didn't know that, your intentions were pure, divine even, and unlike any toy, you weren't battery operated that could perform only what was told. You were capable to care, to love. That they didn't know, to them you were just a thing.
While you were on a display, someone showed a sliver of interest, someone you had been seeing sauntering around, but never really bothered to stop and see your worth. And when he finally went your way, you gasped- Thats the effect he had on you -Your heart beats a god damn mile per second, butterflies everywhere.You were happy, alright? And while he was giving you a time of a day, you secretly wished he would see you as different, you silently prayed to be owned. You hoped.
He held you and you never felt more special. You could have sworn there was love but you never much cared. You were there, he was there,in a place where there's no sense of time and no concept of right and wrong- That all that mattered. It was magic.
And then he dropped you, he never even bothered putting you back onto your dusty shelf, just like that, he let go and went about his life. He left off when you thought the twinkle in his eyes were for you, he walked off just when you felt there was a passionate connection. And after being completely swept off your feet, he disengaged.
And now look at you,shoved into your new place, this time amongst other toys on a basement bargain price. Marked down. Used up. Abandoned. Damaged beyond repair.
You were just a toy to a person whose hands break.
