Don't Play With Your Food

I'd treat you better but you're just my ragdoll, unraveled red strings around your neck. I'll give you a moment to stitch it back up, make yourself pretty for me. That's all you ever need to do; look pretty for me and keep me company on the bed, sometimes on the floor. You won't mind if I take pieces out of you, stuffing poking out when I rip a little too hard? Maybe those are tears but maybe you're forgetting your button eyes can't cry. You're just my little ragdoll; let me undress you, and make me some damn tea.

You're only here to watch over me.