Docile

It's as if my heart rests on your lips, and with each word you speak, it gets tousled and jerked around.

I just sit here like your puppet.
One moment I'm overcome with joy. but then you just pull one of my strings and knock me down.

Before I can even confirm my mood, you lift me right back up, even when I'd rather relax in my sorrow.

I have no say in the matter.

We carry on in conversations filled with lies and good intentions, until one of us gives in and pretends it's all okay.

I won't be that person, not today.