"Puppet Show"

Now that you're gone I feel empty
When before I desired only freedom
Freedom from the imagined shackles
That my mind had placed around my heart.

The tears that had fallen to the floor
Every day when we were each other's lover
Never stopped even long after our parting
I thought this was why I was running.

Wallowing in my self-pity, I had hope
That you suffered just as much as I
Fantasising of your many futile struggles
With the inner demons inside your soul.

But I returned to you, only to discover
That your heart had never waited on my love
Betrayal, you left me to stand on my own
While you twist the knife ever deeper.

Refusing to be your discarded marionette any longer
I won't play the role of the ventriloquist's dummy
Voiceless and limp, slave to your master no more
Now I'm the Puppetmaster in your new show.

- 20/Feb/2005


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Initially I was going to make the comment that it's a bit sad that I can't write lengthy poems anymore... but as I typed this poem out I realised that length does not necessarily equal awesome. -_-;