WRITTEN 6/17/2009

He’s got me tied up like Pinocchio
On a string
Dangling me in front of an
Audience of on-lookers
Satisfying their amusement as I move helplessly
At the mercy of his prying hands
He takes pride is emotionally
Abusing my heart
Strangling any hope of cutting the ropes
To be free from his control
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I always fall victim to his
Embrace as he shoots
Me down in front of another
Potential love interest
But he like the couple others before
Can’t see past the tired old façade that lies
On the outside of my beaten frame
Never tells me how beautiful I am
Because he like the rest knows the truth
Of the ugliness that
Lurks behind my crying eyes
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I like to walk hand in hand
With him because im scared to let go
For if I do I’ll lose my way
Scared to never find love again
If I willingly cut the ties
Between he and I
I dance for his amusement while he
Constructs me constantly
Prepping me for the next victim
He likes to paint sorrow
In my shattered eyes so the tears will
Turn away any
Potential buyer
He plays with the pieces to
My broken heart
Stabbing away my hopes of
Letting go
Cutting deep down within my soul
Tearing a rift leaving a gapping hole
Every time he molds me
He takes away something that
Makes me who I am
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He wiped the smile from my face
And replaced it with a frown
He added falling tears
To my cheeks so I wouldn’t have
To take the time to cry
He drew puzzle pieces over my
Heart so no man would dare
To piece together the
Complex emotions
He drew a heart upon my sleeve
And colored it as
Black as can be
He erased my ears so I couldn’t
Hear what they had to
Say about me
Then he laughed and he laughed
And placed me inside
Of a lock cage
Threw away the key so I would
Never remove the pain
He etched all over my heart
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No matter how much I want to escape
His grip I can’t let myself
Slip down from his creative fingertips
Even though he is the one
Who paints sorrow on
My forgotten lips
Swells my eyes up with falling tears
To fill an ocean of
Broken dreams
Pushing me further away from reality
And blinding me from
My destiny
I can’t break the mold because
Im glued to the strings
Of feeling complete
I am his life-sized puppet
Forever tied up on a
String like
Pinocchio
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