I was in a pretty depressed space, and very lonely at the time I wrote this, despite being in a relationship at the time.
I was hoping that this poem would become real but in hindsight it was pretty toxic relationship, and I'm so glad I burnt that bridge.
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One day there were two broken toys that met by chance.
They sat down together and they talked and talked and talked.
Over time they both realised that to the other toy they weren't broken.
That the other toy saw them as a beautiful toy.
This made both toys very happy but also very scared,
this had nevered happened to them before.
So they talked more,
showed more,
opened up more,
till the moon was full and back again.
The two toys discovered, that it was others,
who had told them, they were broken,
treated them, as they were broken,
expected them, to be broken.
But they had never really broken.
When they understood this,
they looked at each other,
seeing before them a true friend,
that would never leave.
So they fell in love,
and like in all love stories,
they embraced and kissed.
Removing their clothes,
the two beautiful toys,
made passionate love,
losing themselves,
forever,
together,
In each other.