Picture Perfect Pumpkins

You picked me because I was             "perfect"-

you took me from my comfort spot,

my           home-

to put me on display for others to judge,

not before you,

of course      carved- 

                 my insides out-

dressing me up to play pretend as whatever object you find appealing at the moment,

took parts of me and       t        h       r      e      w      them away-

just so you could make me   glow   the color you wanted for a few days,

just long enough to get approval then I was

                    forgotten-

Left to      rot-

             for weeks-

which I did,

then you t

                     h 

                         r

                             e

                                w    me away-

with the rest of my friends that you stole.

A week after that       you came back-

I thought maybe you'd decided I             mattered-

that-

that you would   save me-

before I was totally 

                         lost-

but no,

you stuck your hand in me one last time,

and           took the little light left in me-