A Puppet

I truly believed you needed time

confusing thoughts that had intertwined,

needed time to become unwind.

Truthful words you spoke to me

masking innocent deceit that was to be.

I let you do your works

although this only began the hurts.

A puppet, I did your bidding

unaware you were the only one winning

Now it's time to let you go

As fun as it was to take a part in your show

This game I will not again know.

Reviews

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Been there, done that...But somehow I haven't thought of myself as a puppet. Commendable metaphor, May, and each line of this piece speaks so much of hurt, and the pain of being betrayed and used. I love how you ended this in a positive and determined note. :)

[Mae Taylor]

Thank you :) I always try ending everything I do with a positive note so I figured something that feels as bad as being betrayed needs something to make everything ok in a sense, more like I had learned something from this experience rather than just been brought down by it.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

I like that strategy. :)

[ron]

Great poem. If the other person is using us like a puppet we should cut the strings and leave.

[Mae Taylor]

hear hear, well put:)

[ron]

Thank you :)