TakaraMakoto

Will I ever be able to tiptoe with bubble-bath excitement through the cotton candy forests of your heart, without turning into a dystopian protagonist and setting fire to it?

My dead eyes flash and explode                in                new                ways                   new plains                                             new oceans           filled with fantastic           glistening creatures swimming at 1   M      i        l          l            i              o                n                  M                    i                      l                        e                          s                            a                              n                                h                                  o                                

I was always a toy, Nothing less and nothing more. Always played with, And then forgotten. Again and again, Broken a little more each time. But that was all right, It was what I expected. To be played with, And broken, Then forgotten, And passed to someone else. Then you picked me up, And broken as I was, You took care of me, And began to repair me, Little by little. You opened by eyes, To what I had thought never existed. You built my hopes, And reconstructed my thoughts, So that they no longer belonged to me. Then when my hopes were highest, And I was accepting these changes, You turned your back on me. Left half fi