Contortionist Puppet

In your presence I’m in a trance.

With one glance my insides dance.

I’m the puppet and you’re pulling the strings.

Conditioned to jump every time your phone rings.

Always your little secret, no matter how much you denied it.

“It’s no one’s business” you would say.

But to me that sounded more like a broken record that wouldn’t play.

Your little trained contortionist, bending every which way to help you… to please you.

I often wonder if I ever truly meant as much to you as you said.

The entire relationship I was stuck in my head.

Your actions certainly left me confused.

At times you looked at me like I was the only one you could ever want. But soon enough you’d do something that left me feeling a little bit used.

It’s funny how much things change, and yet remain the same.

With you my heart will always skip a beat. But soon after I sit and sob in defeat.

In the end I can no longer be the endless giver, hypnotized and in a trance.

With some big ol’ scissors, this puppet will cut the strings and learn to dance.