Squeaky Toy

Isn't it amazing how easily
my heart flexes as you squeeze?
You squish and contort and press
down until I wheeze.

You squeeze me tightly,
so much that I happily sigh,
only for you to stomp me down
and I cry in weak reply.

I can't understand what I've done wrong,
and you refuse to tell me why
you choose to leave after so long,
so I'm left here to die.

You tell me that it can't work anymore.
How did we last so long?
Why can't you just tell me what happened
to make it all go so wrong?

But no, you leave me to guess and ponder.
You leave me to paranoia.
I'm left to think you cheated on me
with some anonymous destroyer.

I'm destroyed alright, and it leaves me
scarred, my body cut and bruised.
Because of you, I'm always afraid that,
once again, I'll be used.