"Used Toy"

March 8, 2012
Cold hands carve my face
stroking my hair
and kissing my cheeks
I open my eyes slowly
Darkness is all I see
Who are you?
I cringe away
from your icy touch
You tell me not to worry,
to put my trust in you
Trust what I cannot see?
As mad as it was,
I agreed
What a mistake that was
Must I guard my heart always?
But it was a foolish thing, I know
To love what I thought I knew

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