They Love To Leave | a poem

They love to come

and steal my joy

and they feed off it.

I am their toy

to throw around

the bedroom floor

and I’ll get picked up

just to be thrown so more.

I don’t like this life

I must confess

these friends of mine

have left quite a mess.

I need to be wanted

but I’m afraid

their greatest joy

is going away.

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