Puppet

[slang is the only part that it would accept my poem through...-_-]

I’m sorry to inform you…
Your time is up.
Your life is at an end,
And he no longer wants your touch.

Sad though, isn’t it?
How you thought he’d always stay.
Break free from the routine…
And find another way?

He isn’t the one for you,
Sorry to mislead.
You were just a little toy,
And now you must concede.

When he only kissed you …
Everywhere but on your lips,
Didn’t you seem to think…?
But oops! Look at your bare hips!

There isn’t an inch of you
That he doesn’t know by heart
Couldn’t you have stopped him…
When he tore your legs apart?

There’s that special something about him,
That you seemed to enjoy,
And it made you fall in love,
Though all you really did was annoy.

Reassurance comes in quite small
In a game such as this
But that’s not the only thing you whispered
While he took your heart and let it rip