His Puppet

12 4 0

He never loved me, but I loved him.
For all he had given me was false hope and admiration.
Like a puppeteer forcing the strings to do his bidding, I was his puppet
Forced to dance to the simplest tunes over and over.
When he said open, I obeyed
For his own twisted amusement.
Why didn't I cut the strings?
They kept me moving

Behind The Screen #JustwriteitRead this story for FREE!