To all the men
Who were too cowardly to love me
To those who made heartbreaking
Into a pastime
And mistook my heart
For a baseball
Playing catch for a while
Then throwing it
To left field
Or hitting a grounder
Out of nowhere
To those who were magicians
Illusionists
Making me feel important
For just a moment
To those who are missing out
On all I have to offer
To those who passed up on me
Because I don't fit into their blow up doll mold
To those who left me hanging
Thank you for not sticking around
And blocking my way
From happiness
The ability to love
Me, myself and I
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