Sometimes...

Sometimes...
I feel that I am your doll.
One eye popping out, from love mind you.
Rips and tears in the same dress I've worn all along.
You love me because I am comfortable.
I love you because you are the only thing I've ever known.
Even the dirt on my body is lovable.
It speaks of the places we have been together.
The smell of me is headier than any perfume.
Forged by time spent and memories made.
You know I'll never leave you.
Who would want this ragged old thing, that reeks of your comfort?
Sometimes...
I feel that I am that new doll.
The one in the store that everyone talks about.
You try to get close to me, but can't you see?
The plastic that binds me, protects me from the tainted hands of the unworthy.
I am new and stylish in my gown for the ages.
I am a collectible, and I wait here for the one who collects.
He who pays my price, wins my prize.
I smell of things new and untouched.
Even when I am won, I will remain untouched.
Hidden behind my pretty veil.