I remember the shrill squeal that escaped your lips as you tugged me onto your frail chest

“Sheesh, you are itchy” you squawked

But you purchased me anyways 

I mean my label says 100% wool

What did you expect?

Every morning when you open your closet door I idly wait like a dog ready for its treat

You wore me once out to that sumptuous “Italian outdoor dining experience, table for two” with that greasy, loser ex-boyfriend 

You even dribbled some red wine down the front of me and you didn’t even apologize!

But that was the last time you wore me proudly 

The other day you brushed your hand gently across my shoulder 

But of course, you went with the classic white button-up 

I resent you every time you choose some other top 

Anyways, I am done involving myself if this twisted Toy Story reenactment of yours