***
You liked my writing and it intrigued you to
the point where you reached out to me,
showering my needy ego with praise.
***
Our styles were different. I was impressionable,
the wide-eyed writer new to the ways of this place.
And you, you were the jaded veteran, full of secrecy
and ambiguity, yet somehow eager to become friends.
***
But I was just your toy, your vacation fling,
something to fill your time.
When he returns you’ll toss me aside
and all the heartache will be mine.
***
The path to love was a reckless adventure,
speeding down a meandering road, the scenery
a blur to our eyes, eyes that saw only each other,
focused on nothing but pleasure.
***
Our days were hurried moments, stolen
pleasures and love. Dizzying exchanges,
messages sent back and forth, phone calls
and cybersex filled the time and the distance
between us. Love had found me, and I embraced it.
***
But I was just your toy, your vacation fling,
something to fill the time.
When he returns you’ll toss me aside
and all the heartache will be mine.
***
We seemed a perfect fit, our minds and our bodies
melding together as one. I awakened each day
eager to hear your voice, as you did mine. You
seemed happy, in love with life and with me,
but you were hiding your secret, your damned secret.
***
But I was just your toy, your vacation fling,
something to fill the time.
When he returns you’ll toss me aside
and all the heartache will be mine.
***
Then one weekend you seemed distant,
as if you were holding back. Somehow our
love wasn’t important to you, or so it seemed.
Hesitant to tell me, you danced around the truth
until I called your bluff and you cried.
***
But I was just your toy, your vacation fling,
something to fill the time.
When he returns you’ll toss me aside
and all the heartache will be mine.
***
You confessed on Sunday, the last day he was gone.
Your other lover returns tomorrow and I am
expendable, a throw-away to be forgotten.
You said you were sorry, that you loved me
but he owns you completely and I must go.
***
But I was just your toy, your vacation fling,
something to fill the time.
When he returns you’ll toss me aside
and all the heartache will be mine.
***
The tears still sting, after all this time…
