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Xallyheart Nigeria
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Abuja, Nigeria
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In Literature, Writing and Blogging 1 min read
Plaything
<p>Out of all the toys you adored,</p><p>was I one of your favourites?</p><p>Or was I just the one you reached for</p><p>when the room went dark</p><p>and you needed something soft</p><p>to break your fall?</p><p><br/></p><p>Tell me where you kept me</p><p>when you weren't playing with my heart.</p><p>Did you leave me sitting on the edge of the shelf,</p><p>dust gathering on my shoulders,</p><p>waiting for the sound of your footsteps in the hall?</p><p><br/></p><p>Did you smile knowing I would stay right where you left me,</p><p>completely unmoving, completely yours?</p><p>Because I remember the way you used to handle me careless, offhanded,</p><p>as if my limbs were made of something that couldn't snap,</p><p>as if my silence meant I wasn't aching under your weight.</p><p><br/></p><p>You treated my devotion like plastic,</p><p>like something cheap you could drop on the floor</p><p>and pick back up whenever nostalgia struck.</p><p>You loved the way I fit into your hands,</p><p>how easy I was to bend,</p><p>how I never learned how to say no to you.</p><p><br/></p><p>So tell me the truth.</p><p>When you grew tired of the game,</p><p>did you outgrow me,</p><p>or did you just break me so thoroughly</p><p>that I stopped being fun to play with?</p>

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