Crush Me Poem by Faith Wood

Crush me, I'm metal
I bend, I waver
So sculpt me, mold me
into whatever you please
Make me your trophy,
set me by your bedside
and never look upon me again.

Take this for what it's worth
instead of denying, molding it into something it's not
I know what I said,
and I meant every word of it...then.
You kept me close,
gingling by your side like pocket change
and then spent me just as fast as you got me.

But you told me what I wasn't worth
You called me just to say
you'd like to keep me around,
but not to become an eyesore
And you crushed me,
but I'm only metal
I'll bend back.