marionette

Why did it have to be you, it could have been anyone else But if it was anyone else, I wouldn't be writing this You took something from within me, you still have it clasped in your hands Are you going to keep it, or are you going to throw, discard, torment You pull at the strings that controlled me, my love for you was histrionic I’ll let you be my marionette Even if it ends with me being like Antoinette You can be my ventriloquist Even if the words you put in my mouth are illegitimate Will you tell them how hard I tried? Or will you make them feed into your lies? I tried to write your name in the rain I didn’t cry at first, but now that I'm dead its only pain I can't go a day without you crossing my mind, you didn’t stop at the lights The way you mould your words, picture me like Falstaff Hopefully you will take me seriously when I mention you in my epitaph Your eyes take in the information engraved on my pathetic stone Yet in my eyes, you're still that beautiful girl I’d give my throne There are hundreds of millions of graves There are ones made of sticks, there’s ones made of marble I no longer can curate words for you to garble I no longer can allow the emotions riptide over my eyes You were an awful girl, but still not one for me to despise

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