puppet master

We were all just puppets in your sick, sick show
our wires entangled for so long
that not until so many years later
are we finally getting the knots out

So skilled at your trickery
You really made us dance
We fell in love with your words, your ways
your forever giving of giving
Throwing our trust, our hearts, at your feet
You played with my limbs,
my outsides my insides
And held me upside down until
my will and
my fight
began
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Out of my head and onto the floor…
Empty and powerless
A puppet on a string
I hate you for your puppetry
I hate you for your lies
How could love so deep and strong turn to such despise?

I wanna sweat the small stuff

(I don't usually rhyme... but I'll give it a shot today... )


I want to sweat the small stuff
and argue over messy rooms
crying over silly boys
choosing sad songs on itunes

I want to cry over spilled milk
and fill you in on my tough day
oh man, work was such a bitch
they ran out of coffee today

Instead I have to deal with this
Its too heavy. Its too much
I feel sick when I picture your face
cringe remembering your touch

I almost married a thief
a criminal, a ghost
feeding me with words and lies
3 years later, it stings the most

Now I am a woman
but then I was just mist
everything washing over me
until I ceased to exist

So let me help you miss your goal
I'll lose your package in the mail
I'll accidentally kill your plant
I'll take your test and fail

Let me sweep up your child's mess
let me lose your big game
let me put out the fire
let me paint grey over this flame. . .