Puppet master
It was very much a game to you.
Holding her heart in your hands as if it was some kind of trinket that you got from a gum ball machine.
And You were careless,
Yet, you would not let it go.
You tend to play with it in your free time when you remember it is there.
But it is never your first choice
Never at the forefront of your mind
It takes a different kind of person to play with a heart like a puppet.
Pulling each string just to see what it will do.
I think maybe it was exciting to you.
But have you ever seen how still it became without the tugging.
How freely love flows without knee jerk reactions caused by reflexes from low blows?
Have you felt the warmth of tears caused by gratitude? Or peace?
Or have they only ever been from pain and the aches of a lonely bed.
I feel for the puppet master
Bound by strings
For you will never feel the grace of freedom
Caged by your own need for control
Love will never touch you without the manipulative tug of a string
May you find the strength to cut the cords and you yourself live..
Free.