Reverse Stitching

Reverse Stitching

I was just another puppet
hanging from my strings.
You pulled my out and plucked them,
So that I would dance and sing.

I served my heart to you
on a silver platter.
But it's all over now,
so why should any of this matter?

When I let you cut me in two
I never thought I'd .b.l.e.e.d.
I never though you'd leave me here
so frail so broken so weak.

But you kept me tucked inside my cage,
never to let me free.
For ten long months I was just your sideshow
for all the world to see.

But I'm not down for the count,
I'm still a puppet for you.
My heart is stitched back up,
and gladly, I would give it to you...

But threads can only hold so long.