Those who treat you like a toy will tire of you eventually.
The novelty worn off
you will morph into the forgotten toy
The discarded old shoe, a useless object
Dismissed without regard
Disposable and forgotten.
A temporary creature comfort,
kept through lies and vows of forever.
But you knew that,
and gambled anyway -
Praying to be the exception to the rule
Praying for unbridled addiction
Praying for a leopard to change its spots.
You are not the “bargain-bin-barbie” simply because they
failed to see your worth
Pity them, to a degree
For the truth will eventually out
and by then you will no longer care what that broken creature
thinks
despite convenient apologies.
They forget they gambled as well
And the losses will present themselves
Through “what if’s” and regrets long after you’ve healed and
moved on.
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