Human Puppet

What is it about the silent chase that draws my thoughts to a simple taste?

What is it about the simple pleasure executed by a dimple?

How is it that one holds more than another?  That one is better than an other?  That choice is both the greatest gift and worst decision of thrift we can rejoice?

The more I flirt, the more I hurt, the more I erode to dirt.  I put in all the work, only for circumstances to distort, to lose a friend I had promised I’d stand beside to the end.

Of raw emotion, I can’t question my devotion, like the waves of the ocean, my thoughts reside with unnerving motion.  Rocking back and fourth, caressing the bed of your perceived worth.

Your laugh gone, it feels wrong, but my decision, executed with precision, is your choice to rejoice.  

 

I’m not your pet, I’ve paid my debt, and I’m not about to be the loser in this bet.

I played your game and gave you the prize, I wish I had the chance to learn my answer from your eyes.  If you meant what you said, as my tears caressed the bed, as I further lost the mind inside my head, how dare you lead me down the path I tread.  What concoction of joy and selfishness did you blend, to force me to throw it in the open, no restraint with an open gait?  You say, “Go ahead, tell me!  Tell me, it might change the situation!”  It did as I followed through with your bid, it changed the situation, it removed me all together, like shedding some useless feather, you didn’t even attempt to fight, you agreed like everything was alright.  How am I suppose to confide in a person who would let me walk, let me walk without the slightest attempt to talk?  You let me go after forcing me to let you know?  This is why I say goodbye!  You know what I want, I’m tired of the taunt, I’m tired of the shadow, either I’m the one casting it in this blip we all get, or I’m gone, despite the fact I can never be, because you’ve trapped me.