Recent flood of poems made me attempt a second one... done on the spot kinda.
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You saw me from across the room, on that fateful day;
You came over, gave me your hand, and asked if we could play.
Soon after we started playing, you walked out the door;
I hoped you would return to come and play with me some more.
A week went by, my hopes were gone, I'd never see you again;
Yet through that door you came once more, I hoped you would be my friend.
You introduced me to your friends, and to your mom as well;
We used to talked for hours on end, but then one day I fell.
I scratched my face and back that day, you helped me to my feet;
But we would never be the same, like that fateful day we'd meet.
Ever since that day I fell you've spent less time with me;
Going out, leaving me home, to talk with your mommy.
Now that I think back to all those awesome days we had;
I realize you pushed my buttons, always made me mad.
I never really noticed how you idolize the new;
Everything inside your life has to be had by few.
I say these things on my last days, my time is running short;
Not that you care you worthless pig, you're of the awful sort.
My limbs are numb, my skin is scratched, I let out one last groan;
"I hope you like your brand new slut, to you from your old phone."