Puppet Master

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Everyone, I can't take credit for this gorgeous piece. It was written by my good friend and I loved it so much I just had to share it.

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Just his little puppet, I am bound by tangled strings. I'm broken here and fractured there but pretend not to be.
Entranced by puppet-master, he controls each move I make... forward, backward, side to side, I go just for his sake.
Hopelessly devoted, I cannot break away. Yet even if I could I would feel more inclined to stay.
I give and give as he takes away my pride and self-esteem...curiously, while he brings me to life, he is also killing me.
Mortaring the cracks with sunshine, my days they pull me down...but if I cease this sad facade, then surely we will drown.
Consumed by fear, if these strings break then master will be gone... so I spring to life and play the part until the dusk turns dawn.
Each time he smiles, each time he laughs, warmth commandeers my soul--this simple fix, it's all I want, but soon it takes its toll.
And I dream of dreams, of lovely things, a life cut from these ties. But if I question puppet-master I'll soon reach sure demise.
To live a life of love and warmth where feelings aren't for play... is my biggest wish, my only wish, engulfing every day.
Yet with each motion of his hand the damage is redone...for I love him but he loves me for my body and its fun.
With careless movements puppet-master starts to break my strings...but hush, he says, the show goes on, your thoughts are silly things.
No, I say, I've had enough, I'm breaking piece by piece. you need to know, please hear me speak, this hurting needs to cease. Give me a chance, just one small chance, to be alive with you, to fill our days with not just touch but love and beauty too?
Silly doll, you're beautiful, you're kind and smart you see. but also you are damaged goods, not good enough for me.
Please, I beg, just love me too, just don't cut this last string- maybe I can come to life like winter turns to spring.
Impossible, you're just a doll, your feelings are not real. my thoughts are far superior for they dictate this ordeal.
Now let's just forget, drop all of it and leave the past to die. Close your heart, let the memories fade, and dissolve into the sky.
No, I lament, that's not what I meant, I'll be your puppet, please? If you can't want to care for me then I'll just be what you need. Though it hurts me so, I'll let it go, a price to pay for you. I'll be your puppet, I'll learn to love it, I'll do what you ask me to.
Little doll, you've been good fun, you've been my comfort place. But now, my dear, I'm sorry to say, I must forget your face.
With one quick snip my puppet master severs the last thread, leaving me in dismal darkness, damned to my own head.
As I fall he walks away, leaving me behind... to find a love less qualified to put meaning in his time.
Gone for good, now cut in two is the last tie that we shared. Left in darkness, silence blaring, my memory's impaired. With all the daily torture puppet-master put me through...I still cannot seem to recall acts hurtful or untrue.
Trapped by steel bars of denial, I am prisoner within... my only hope is to numb my mind and wish for peace again.
Take the days, the weeks the months, just medicate the pain-the scars he left, the broken strings, are all that will remain.
Even now, my puppet-master, I always think of you. But then I stop-- let the feelings drop--for that's all that I can do.
If months of time have passed me by, why can't this sadness be offset? A clouded mind and hollow heart will one day help me to forget.
To detach like I must do now is not what I chose for myself--yet it's what I must do, for he told me to, as he placed me on the shelf.
The truth too bleak, I'll block it out so I can simply be- for the strings he held bound me to him but never him to me.