life in letters and spaces

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I was your little puppet. Moving where you tossed my strings.

A toy. Your favorite plaything.

I didn’t matter.

You used me when you were bored.

And threw me in the corner when you’d gotten a new toy.

I’d never do anything you didn’t want me to.

I was controlled.

But now that you’ve left, and I’ve cut my strings,

I’m left limp on the ground with no way to move.

I don’t know what to do any more.

Guide me?

I don’t know what I feel.

Tell me if these feelings are real

because I’m lost and I’m falling and need someone there.

Are you really for me?

Am I the only one you see?

Because I’m tired of hearing that life isn’t fair.

The scars won’t ever heal.

Reminders of where you hurt me.

You scratched me.

I bled.

But I can’t leave you.

You made me feel beautiful;

if only for a minute, before you changed your mind and changed your mood.

And then I wasn’t beautiful.

I was bruised.

They told me to give you up.

They said that I’d never get you, I’d never hold you.

They were wrong.

For a while.

doublethinkdesign started following you

Winter, falling snow.

Your absence makes me weaker.

The snow doesn’t help.

As the snow falls, I imagine last year.

Dancing in the blizzard, watching you fall off the sled on the hill.

And then I remember all the hockey games.

Skating once the teams had left; lights down low.

The tears fall steadily as I reminisce and wish that we could be that way again.

But you had to go.

You needed change.

You didn’t want me any more.

I wish I could forget you, but the snow keeps falling.

Winter makes me weak.

When you’re happy, I float and fly and soar among the clouds.

When you cry, I drown in your tears.

You’re angry? I can’t help but to scream and stomp and shake.

But when you’re leaving?

I don’t ever leave you; I can’t shake you away.