The Doll in the Attic

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

The End

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