by Andrea Tadpole
I’m not a trinket
You lock in a box
To pull out
When you’re bored
To get yourself off
I’m not your yo-yo
I’m not your toy
Not just something
To use
For your own
Selfish joy
Come here
Go Away
That’s the game
You play
You pull me close
Like a yo-yo
Snap me back
Down the line
Watch me twirl
At the end
And think
I’ll be fine
Yet you don’t see
What its doing to me
I’m a beautiful girl
With a passionate heart
Sensual and sexy
When treated
With love
So why do you
Play me
Like a stupid toy
Then when you’re done
Just give me a shove
You pull me close
Like a yo-yo
Snap me back
Down the line
Watch me twirl
At the end
And think
I’ll be fine
Yet you don’t see
What its doing to me
Can’t take the spinning
Don’t know which way to go
Come here
Go away
I’m tired of the game
I have no choice
I need relief
I cut the string
Now I’m free
No longer
Your toy
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