[Sun_Sparkz]

She used to love me.

I remember the first day we met, I can still feel her hands glide over every inch of me, she would take me with her palms and whisper to my skin how she had never felt such a softness. when she took me home, I remember the vigour as she tore away my covers and lost herself in my smothering texture. I was brand new that day.Every fibre of my design was fresh, clean and bright. I was consumed with my duty to comfort her.

Not a day went by that she didn't come home to me. no sooner out of the shower were we wrapped in one another, and teamed with ugh boots and a coffee we would relax in front of the tele and fall in love with our comfortable bliss. I can remember the care she would take with me, so neat, soft and clean. sometimes if I close my eyes I can pretend im back there, falling asleep around her.

The winter was over and she and I had both sensed that the warm spring would test our closeness, our encounters were becoming less frequent and often would only last for a few minutes in the morning when she got up out of bed. once I was in high regard, but she now left the house while I lay a crumpled mess on the floor, my skin no longer the pillar of comfort and softness it used to be.

Then he came along.

Taken from her room like a child stolen in the night
He tore my limbs, he broke my heart
He hid me in the darkness
And tore our love apart

My emotions turn to stone evertime I think of the way he would pick up my remains and use me as a rag to clear away his mess , and not even give a second thought to the grime now smeared across my wasted face.

I didn't see her for some months, I lay a prisoner in the house of grime, all hope was gone. The day of reckoning, the sun warmed the outside of the shed like a fan forced oven and the corrugated sheets would twist in the heat. She entered with grace, her aura stunning me, I couldn't believe she was actually here! She noticed me instantly, and reached out to me with such tenderness as she did the first time she had caressed me with such love. a look of disappointment washed across her face, and she turned her head toward the door of the shed.

"Why is my dressing gown in the shed, with grease all over it?!"

a deep voice replies, "I found it, and I had to use it for a new rag, its perfect material for cleaning my bike. it was getting old any way!"

"Well you better buy me a new one!"

With that she tossed me, whirling, into a plastic Otto of loneliness.

So now here I will die - dirty, cold and decomposing.