Coming Out of the Dark

You exhilarate me

you make me feel alive

passionate

exciting

vibrant

*

when you’re away

there is nothing ever to say

the days just melt one into the other

so emotionless

as if I were a puppet

waiting for you to return

and pull my strings

*

but a puppet has feelings too

a puppet has a wooden heart

it may not cry

when you toss it aside

but then no one really sees

the tears that trees cry

dead or alive

*

when my waiting is done

you call and I run

like a fool without a head

straight to your arms

waiting for you

to make me alive again

make me feel

make me laugh and cry

such a fool am I

*

it was an alarm

a wake-up call

when you didn’t commit to me

I wondered what would be

when you no longer came

dull and drab

like a doll sitting on a shelf

unloved and unwanted

a puppet tossed in the corner

its strings cut

but I, I was alive

and I wanted to live and to love

you came around to find

a different kind of woman

*

one who wanted it all

or nothing

one who wasn’t willing to wait

who wanted full

unconditional love

just for her

and when you laughed

it seemed to you

so preposterous

to my horror I realized

you were never alone

the times you didn’t come

it was all a game you played

and here I was now

before you

an unwilling player

*

so I sent you on your way

you still had a lot to say

but it all fell on the deaf ears

of a woman

who was passionate

exciting

vibrant

who would find a new love

someone who would make her

the goddess

that she longed to be