your puppet, your playthingbyobsidianbutterfly13©
Slowly you devour my denials
I become your puppet
I am an object of marred beauty
One you keep to remember
A time when you were whole
I was chipped and dented when you gave up
The fight for love
What have I to offer now?
When will you let me rest again?
Was that loss worthy of the loss of me?: