yesterday you tethered me with your palms,

and pulled the strings of my futile limbs

toyed me, like a marionette

my lifeless appendages bruised by you. 

you manipulator.

you casted shadows with my body,

danced me away from what i knew

pampered my heart, kissed my aches

and assured me you knew what to do. 

i stood and watched in the darkness 

of my shadow as you osmosed inside,

infiltrated my mind and tweaked my limbs

with those pieces of string. 

oh

how i wish to be cut free

of those tensions you built, 

the days before where i daringly went

and fearlessly embarked, 

free of constraints, free of you tugging from behind. 

but you’ve fixated my limbs, constrained my veins

cut off my blood, and left me limp. 

made me forget the me before you 

and the feeling of control. 

you manipulator. 

cut the tension and cut me loose,

for i would rather succumb 

to myself, than to painfully prevail

against your merciless fingers.

unapologetically, 

your marionette.