Forgotten Toys

I feel like the game operation
I stood, perfectly bare
Allowing you to nervously pluck at my heart
So you might be more gentle when the real thing
eventually appears
Unfortunately for me,
It didn't take very long for you to master your craft
I would watch as you moved from limb to limb
Leaving scars in the shape of your lips on my body
I don't know if they're real
I still see them
I still feel them
To me, they're as real as the eyes
You would drown me with when you asked
How I got prettier in the last five minutes
Pretty
And smart
And funny
And awesome
And amazing the way our bodies connect,
And our minds lead the way,
With friendship and a general understanding
That life is hard, so let's keep it simple
Yet somehow, I'm still target practice
"I didn't mean to play you"
"I didn't mean to hurt you"
Take some responsibility
When you lay your eyes on a woman's bare body
While she bares her soul
Then you pluck at her heart with your words, and your hands, and your eyes...
Then you tell her there is another woman
With whom you connect,
You shatter every corner of reality that exists within her heart
Because suddenly she is asking herself and everyone around her,
"Well then what the fuck did we have?"
I feel like the game operation
Now when I see a man I'm attracted to
My first instinct is to cling to my clothes
Cover my heart,
So that maybe he won't notice it's missing
That it was plucked out by another man who set it aside
God knows where in his messy fucking apartment,
Or maybe it's in the dark corner of the junk drawer,
Along with the other toys he doesn't want to play with anymore