Just His...Puppet.

by Victoria   May 24, 2013


Here's my story,
Listen real close,
Love can become fatal,
When given a certain dose.

Forgiving, too easily....
Advantage, he took,
Stealing it all,
Just like a crook.

Chance after chance,
I continued to give,
And now, here I am,
This is how... I live.....

I've let him transform me,
Taking my eyes,
Leaving me blind,
To all of his lies.

I'm just his pretty, little puppet,
He holds tightly by some... string,
All stitched and sewn together,
With all sorts of things.

I let this go too far,
Now, I'm in his possession,
This is what can happen,
When you make someone your obsession. *

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  • 9 years ago

    by Cheeseburger

    Well written, again.

    The fifth stanza seems very strong (and almost a suitable introduction) compared to the other stanzas. I wish, to an extent, you focused more on imagery like that in this poem. Still, well wrought, though.

  • 11 years ago

    by William Mae

    I love these lines!

    I'm just his pretty, little puppet,
    He holds tightly by some... string,
    All stitched and sewn together,
    With all sorts of things.

    There are so many aspects to a relationship, you captured the complexity of it and created a wonderful read that most anyone could relate to. Excellent!!

  • 11 years ago

    by average thoughts

    Tori, i know its a sad poem..bt perfect it is, isnt it?
    U knw, once i ws sumone's puppet too.
    And I agree dat we become blind.
    We forgive them, give them so many chances and they always took advantage of it.
    And d worst happen when we begin to transform ourselves as per their needs.
    Lucky i was, i understud at d right time and changed my lanes.

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