I’m a doll.
from all I’ve known.
I don’t think I’m anything, Not Anymore. In one instant you stole what I didn’t think could go.
I didn’t ask to be bought or sold.
But I picked the prince who was really a frog,
Falling in love with the idea of forever.
I had taken from me what could be returned,
While his blood flowed, hot and fast
Throbbing thrusts grabbed the warmth
out my heart.
Stabbed my naivety, serves it right!
For letting me think I had strength
He was stronger.
I was a little girl, on a stage,
putting on a brave face.
But he didn’t see the child in me,
only cleavage and lace.
So he acted accordingly.
Turned my heart beat, to stones
Till I am a doll, not me.
Just legs and arms
Which, at your will are easily disarmed.
I had a name in my heart, worth
more than its sound.
My porcelain visage, you threw to the
To reveal the inflatable doll I became.
And so, in due course, I gave into the
force, as the first stroke had done all the damage,
had paid the full cost.
So I did it again, my face set in a mask of confusion,
smile set, to mask the hysteria within, that I hadn’t
a clue, what to do with.
Most of me had left the room.
had left me behind,
To be a flexible, realistically faced
Whose purpose is to let you dive into me.
You had destroyed me.
So there was nothing left to loose.