the dollmaker

She was beautiful
but in dark way.
I was no more
than origami to her.
She could shape me
anyway she wanted.
Her creases hurt me
but she did not care.
I realized that I loved her.
When I found myself
making excuses
for why she hurt me so badly.
Sometimes the pain
from her hurts 
Was too much for me to bear.
She would see my tears
and for a moment
she was kind and gentle
to me.
I asked her 
Why do you play with me
like that.?
She gave me her beautiful smile.
and the answer I already knew.
Because I can
and I am too old
to play with dolls.