You're like a yoyo,
back and forth on a string
and tearing me apart at the seams.
I could never dream of being as important as your puppet master.
Just a marionette held up by strings,
and you're under the impression that each coarse thread is fabricated from love.
Darling,
I can see him drowning.
But he's not alone,
he's dragging you down with him.
He lies to keep control and you're just as surprised as before when the truth comes to light,
his true intentions.
You're a prisoner.
A gorgeous songbird locked inside of a cage,
and with each passing day your beautiful feathers are plucked
one
by
one.
Painfully and willingly under an illusion and prisoner to a delusion.
It's not real.
You're a dreamer,
but this is a nightmare.
From an outsiders perspective I can woefully feel every ounce of your torment;
I can feel you trying to heal yourself,
but healing him is more important to you.
When was the last time you worked on yourself?
When was the last time that your mission in life wasn't to take care of someone else?
When was the last time that someone else took care of you?
He creates hardships and then forces you underneath the waves with him,
destined to take in lungs full of deception and false senses of security.
Or...
...maybe FORCES isn't the right word.
You ALLOW him...
...and you're just another casualty that I can't prevent.
I cannot cut your strings unless you're willing to let me save you.
So,
for now I'll play in the shadows,
I'll blend into the background and only be there for you when you're truly in danger.
That is what you want...
...isn't it...?
