Narcissistic Strings
what does this string do, he smugly asked, as he tugged it even harder
her smile broadened, though her eyes were dark and sad
oh, I see, he grinned with glee, as his hands pulled at another
contorting and controlling how she laughed
his eyebrows raised, his pupils narrowed, he’d never had this kind of power
she sat motionless , responding only to his touch
he pulled the strings making her gasp, though she could not resist or cower
as he, bit by bit, destroyed her in his clutch
a single tear ran down her cheek, he could not control those deep emotions
he collected them in a crystal vase, and with the others, dropped them in the ocean
when those that knew her once, saw her again, they could not believe the notion
he had altered her beyond repair leaving her tangled in his commotion
I’m sorry she cried, that I let you down. I did my best to help him change
he pulled them out, pitched them on the ground. we won’t these now, he smiled and said, she’s a puppet without strings