A Broken Toy

to say I valued you would be a lie
to say otherwise would be untrue

from among chaos you found me
a broken toy unloved and abandoned
squeaking aloud but swallowed by imperfection
and you made me feel valued once more

you I did cherish, though I did not fall for you
I was grateful but your wish I could not grant you
you fixed me and I could not be as benevolent to you
I loathed my inability to rise above my prejudice

to say I cared enough would be a lie
to say I abandoned you would be untrue

the toy you fixed is broken again
lost among the dust of destitution
a crippled doll limping to desolation
a lost plaything in the dark of a deep closet