Don't you dare tell me,
This is all my fault
That I'm cutting wounds,
That I'm adding salt
You're the master of your misery,
The reason behind my tears
In this madness you dragged me into,
You're the puppeteer.
You've been playing with my emotions,
Toying with my fears
You're saying I strung you along,
But aren't you the puppeteer?
Don't you dare tell me,
I did all this to you
Did I feed words into your mouth?
What was it I forced you to do?
You hurt yourself to hurt me,
As the victim you appear
But it's time you told the truth,
Dear Puppeteer.
~Via
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PoetryYou ask people about love, They tell you about heartbreak. You ask people about smiles, But when aren't they fake? You ask people about sorrow, And their words could fill oceans. So if you want to hear mine, Here's my whirlwind of emotions. • •...
