the stuffed animal.
I pour my heart out
to tell you how I feel
because our relationship
is being torn from the seams
me and you are ripping it open
you talk bad about me to my face
and I hold my emotion
if I let you see
you will keep going
because like a stuffed animal,
we all get holes,
we get worn down overtime
from overuse
from cuddling, and love.
and other things too.
so you tear me apart
until I'm just fluff
the fluff from a stuffed animal
the stuffed animal I once held
so dear and true to my heart
now is destroyed because you tore me apart
I tried to talk with you
but you didn't hear me
you responded with just okay
and now the air between us is humid.
it hurts when you insult me,
and when you blame things on me
I just wish we could talk,
but you don't listen.
and now we've walked in circles,
back to the stuffed animal,
the stuffed animal that is me,
and the stuffed animal that you are tearing apart
along with my brother,
and me.
the stuffed animal held together by stiches is just fluff now,
it's everywhere.
and I hope one day,
I can be the one
to sew our relationship together
like the holes in a stuffed animal.
M