Im no ones toy, but somehow i feel like i have just been played;
Like the dusty 64 in the corner of the living room.
I want to reach out and touch your hand, but in the end i get nothing.
air between my fingers and my own saliva on my lips- i eagerly wait like your puppy.
Im more obedient than you give me credit for love.
No where to be found is what i am looking for- i search in vain.
I know your tired, but sometimes i just wish that you would push a little further as i do
i try not to wear all my fealings like a mask, but lately its all i can do.
complaints left and right that i look upset, or worried, or flustered. im too "pissy"
so i just shut up and agree- i know they are right, even if thier wrong, thier always "right"
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