Discarded Plaything

Discarded Plaything

A Poem by Sahara Mist

“You want a baby, don’t you?”

That’s what you’d say every time

Though I doubt you ever wanted one

“Maybe it’ll help if you….”

Yet another line you’d eject…

…implying it’s my fault…

…when you couldn’t achieve an erection

I was never good enough unless I looked like a fashion model…

…a Barbie doll

And like a plaything I was put on a shelf after you were done with me

My pleasure never mattered

My emotions were muted…

…an inconvenience

And when someone “better” came along I was trash you discarded in a heartbeat

© 2017 Sahara Mist

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That is precisely the 'nobody' you should stay away from. When you are thought of as a sex toy its time to leave and never look back.

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Added on May 28, 2017
Last Updated on May 28, 2017
Tags: rape, abuse, life, depression


Sahara Mist
Sahara Mist

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