My puppet master

What is love ?

There was me thinking
I was over you ;
but I just forgot.
I forgot the warmth of your arms as they were around me.
I forgot the way your brown eyes glistened as I stared into them.
The way they'd hypnotise me into thinking everything was okay ; and the innocence of your words as you slowly controlled my every move.
I forgot about the way you would spend hours trying to pick up the pieces of my shattered soul ; and for days it almost felt like I was whole again because i had you.
But I never had you. You had me.
I was like a puppet to you, too blinded by love to see where you were taking me but I was dependant on you,
like you were my every heartbeat, and my every breathe. And that's where I went wrong ; assuming that this was
love.
.