Vending Machine ?

Am I your vending machine ?
Gathering dust
Cold in the corner
Till you remember
Something you want
That I might provide
Paying up till
I feel something inside
And it’ll be love
If it’s what you like
But if it comes out wrong
Then, you will strike
Me

And you will shake me
You may just break me

But I’m so easily replaced
Many others could take this space

So I’ll give and I’ll give
So long as I live
Till the lights go out
Or the drinks lose their fizz

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

i like the personification of the vending machine (wish i had thought of it) ;))))))))) i think of the old ones with the knobs across the bottom .. hand operated ... i kind of want this to be about a he and she rather than I and you ... your opening line draws me in as a participant .. i found it hard to fit myself in there .. probably just me .. its 2 AM (my normal waking hour) I may just need another cup of coffee ;) its a kind of sad tale emotionally for me .. with the forgotten machine ..collecting dust .. trying to find and give love .. taking that risk time after time as treats are chosen .. love the creativity
E.

[Kari Rakitan]

Wow, I've been there before. I left when he wanted something I was unwilling to give. Some people have a black hole in place of a soul.

[Coyote Poetry]

A vending machine. Just take and run. Visit when you need something. I liked the logic of the poem Dennis. Some folks love to hit and run. Thank you for sharing your amazing words and thoughts.
Coyote

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of a toxic relationship. If you want to survive, leave, before the lights go out.