Ragdoll

Upon my ears your breath lingered,
Adorned with words I've longed to hear.
They flowed through my body,
as if a river on it's single course.
They enveloped me as if standing in the sun,
the warmth touching me with a serene
whisper of a hope long almost dead.

But then.
There were words harshly given
handed out like fire to my palm.
It raged it's way through me,
a fire upon a plain of dead grass.
The words had extinguished the sun,
that once been so soft, so caressing.

Your touch mimicked the once sweet words.
Turning your back,
dousing me in a cold act,
played out the harsh words you gave.

I've been your ragdoll for so long.
Tossed aside when there is no use,
but picked back up gingerly
when happiness seemed lost.
I'm your tattered ragdoll,
my heart haphazardly sewn on my dress,
tears staining my cloth cheeks,
blood upon my arms, soaked deep within.
I'm the ragdoll,
and with your words,
to be tossed again.