"Puppet Strings"
You watched me struggle.
No words of comfort came from your sealed lips.
I watched as your hands loosened their grip on my heart.
Slowly you let the new stitches loosen so that my heart looked like a puppet,
You the puppet master.
I followed the strings to your twisted hands,
Face sullen but no tears fallen.
You watched as I tried so hard not to fall apart.
All I can do now is watch you play with the strings,
Making my heart pieces
Dance and sway,
Play me like a puppet as I fall to the floor.
A contest entry
- Capture Me With Your Title by Dark Whispers.
421 points, ended September 25, 2007, 18 entries
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