tagNon-Erotic Poetryyour puppet, your plaything

your puppet, your plaything

byobsidianbutterfly13©

Slowly you devour my denials
My protestations
I become your puppet
Your plaything

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
Passion
Life?

What have I to offer now?
When will you let me rest again?

Was that loss worthy of the loss of me?:

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