'In love with a Mannequin' by Seye Kuyinu

In Love with a Mannequin

it was just one of the small stores

on the seventh street.

Just. Just was just the word.

And then my eyes started to see

what was behind the shop glasses

All I saw was The Mannequin dressed

Differently every day

It wasn't long before I knew I was in love.

I would pass the lane every morning

Make an excuse to pass at noon.

Find a reason to check at night,

making passes at the still dressed vessel.

It was just a plastic model.

Just. Just was just the word.

I questioned my sanity many times.

Or shouldn't I?

But her body was bulit with perfection

Her attire carefully selected

And when she looked, it was only in one direction

Her skin, clear. Her arms pointing out.

But this was where my heart was.

But wasn't it just a mannequin?

Just. Just was just the word.

There are things i can never change.

Like you.

I always left the assumptions at the just.

But the justs have brought justice now.