Played

I was a song on your iPod;
You had played me
You can’t keep me on pause
Or else I may freeze.

My feelings have been ruffled
By your ever-changing taste.
Your games are on shuffle,
And I’ve been taken off repeat.

And now you can’t rewind.
I’ve been played way too much.
So now you may find
That this file is now corrupt.

It appears we never were in sync
And that I have gone blind.
But if you truly start to think
There can be no apple of my eye.

I was also your headphones;
You had me wrapped around your finger
When given the choice, I’d choose to be alone
Than to have this agony linger.

I hope you saved the receipt,
Because this love is now broken.
You thought you had me beat,
But these words, I have now spoken.