Human Puppet

You truly are one of my favorite people in the world! 
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From the smoke, I choke, gluttonous gloat, capsized the boat, built the moat, tearing us apart!
From the start, it didn’t have a shot!  Now I plot, wishing what I got I had, back when touching your hand didn’t revolve around another man.
Grass sways, feelings stay, you tell me to throw them away, move on, get gone, it’s a phase!
A violin plays, as the days continue to pass, wilting grass from a thermal overdose!  Feelings a wondering ghost.
I know you care, loves not fair, why’d I give another a shot?  Now I regret the empty parking lot my fields transformed.
How quickly deformed the simple allure of feelings galore.
The pavement begins to settle, tissue transforms to metal, robotic melodies become melodic, the rift expands, my heart’s demands, capsized from my own lies.
To go back in time to make you mine, I’ve wanted you this whole while, yet out of denial, I let you think you were but a trial.
I should of spoken up, but now I choke on the smoke from this fire that won’t tire!
You lit the field, caution yield, set it ablaze, left me dazed, I’ll never find myself out of this maze.
I wish you were a phase, that I did what I use to for you.  Back when I held the cards, when these actions were not absurd, back when you felt they were deserved. 
Back when I was the object observed, that brought fourth a smile upon the dawn!  When I was the one for whom you fawned!  Before I spoke of these feelings that now drown, that have transformed a knight into a clown, who wears a frown you could turn upside down, how I wish for another round.
To blow away the smoke abound, that I choke upon now.