A gift

Sometimes in my mind, I turn 3 or thirteen. The result of one such instance, a juvenile poem.
:-)

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A gift that I gave,
but now I want it back.
I'm not sure what I'll do with it,
and I don't know how you'll react.
But it's mine, I had it,
and now I want it back.

I gave it because I care for you,
I knew it would make you happy.
But I miss and I need it,
and I feel lost and unhappy.
It's mine and the moment I gave it,
was the moment I was being sappy.

Your not so used to it yet,
I know it's wonderful, that you will miss it,
But when I gave it, I wasn't thinking,
I didn't know I would regret it.
I have all kinds playthings,
but now thats one that I'm seeking.

When I gave it, I didn't know,
that you'd love it more than me.
You used to talk to me and love me,
But now that's the only thing you see.
I don't want any new promises,
don't want to hear that I'm lovely.

When I gave you the gift, and you smiled
and I was filled with glee.
But I don't want you happy or content,
at the cost of ignoring me. :X
So I guess, there's nothing more to say,
It's mine, it's mine, hand it over to me!
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