love on strings

a puppet on strings, manipulated and tossed, my worth disregarded. foolishly I gave, trust, love, and all my essence, now stripped and depleted. emptiness consumes, a soul once vibrant and whole, now echoes of pain. words, like sharp daggers, pierce through my fragile spirit, leaving scars unseen. unseen, yet they sting, a constant reminder of loves bitter demise. fragments of trust lost, shattered like delicate glass, in the wake of lies. used, like a puppet, dancing to another's tune, my soul, empty.