When you walked down the aisle

I stared through my plastic

Your dad said something

Obviously being sarcastic

But you stared back

Despite his mean joke

You grabbed me off the shelf

Softly to me, you spoke

I may just be a plastic horse

But I stuck with you since you were ten

Now you are twelve years old

Now you play with me….when??

Going on thirteen years

I am stuffed away

I have scratches and marks

Do you want me to stay?

You picked me up

You looked at me

You looked hard

Then dug your face into your knee

Your mascara was stained on your shirt

Your ripped jeans were wet from your tears

You realized what you done

After all these years

You threw me

Tossed me

Stepped on

And hit me

I’m not just a toy you know

I love you

Even if I’m just a plastic model horse

You love me too