Toy

You’ve spun me like a children’s top

and watched me caving in,

stored me like some pretty toy

inside a flowered tin.

You call me when you feel like it,

or you don’t call at all.

I see our summer’s fading love

fast turning into fall.

You’ve played me like an MP3

and put me on your list,

kept the dried buds smoldering

deep inside your fist.

So smoke me when my pollen

gathers all about my ears

and tell me how my presence

eradicates some fears.

Know that I am captured

but that freedom lurks within;

admit to me the world we know

is wearing very thin.

Spin me past the memories

of old loves lost and gone.

Hear me babbling like a book

when my old heart carries on.

Find me swaying on the brink

and touch me from above--

watch me plummet all the way

as you withdraw your love.

Hold me, push me, drag me close,

or stay the hand of lust.

Tell me all your future plans,

ideas that I must trust.

If you know me drop a hint

that tells me to be sure.

But if you leave me this last time,

be sure to lock the door.

Angels populate the sky

when all my hopes are gone,

and bless my efforts to be found--

she comes unknown, anon.