You tell her you want her.
When you do that you give her false hope.
You don’t really want her.
You play with her mind and heart.
You know what you’re doing to her.
But remember her mind and heart aren’t toys for you to play with when it's convenient for you.
Don’t take her off a shelf and dust her off.
When you know damn good and well you don’t want her.
Keep her on a shelf so maybe one day someone can pick her up and put back the pieces.
The ones you keep breaking each time you decide you want her even if it’s just for a moment.
She’s not at doll you can play with when you want.
Stop tapping at her heart and filling it with lies.
When you wind her heart up into believing.
Believing that maybe this time you really do want her.
When she starts believing in you, you put her back on the shelf.
She is left to deal with a winded up heart, that has to stop beating on it’s on.
She is the one left to pick up the pieces once more.
Stop treating her like she’s your doll.
She’s not some doll you can keep fucking with.
Either truly want her or leave her alone
Her mind and heart isn’t something for you
to play with when you want to.
So put her back in a shelf to collect dust.
Till someone can see the beauty she as to offer
So spare her the pain of you not really wanting her.
Stop filling her heart and mind with words you don’t mean.
So, when you see her on that shelf.
Pass her by her because she’s not the doll you really want.
Beautiful extended metaphor
Beautiful extended metaphor in service of a very poignant, heart-rending, emotion. In a way, it hurt to read this one.
Starward