This is a poem about feeling rejected when you're alone, though not necessarily rejected. The niggling feeling that he doesn't feel the same...
You made me feel like a doll in beautiful tissue
You made me feel alive and turned my mind into a fortress of insane thoughts
Yet here I am, feeling like the tissue that's been used
Or the doll that has somehow imagined her total bliss
Can I have imagined your lips on mine? I thought not
What about the soft touch of your seemingly immortal words?
Is it in my mind, not yours?
This is the worry that causes me to lie
Awake and unloved
Like a doll laying in the attic box
Is she no longer beautiful?
Has her beauty been ripped with use?
No longer a collectors item
Now a childhood toy