Love Puppet
 

She left me for some other guy, she played me like a puppet, I had given her the strings, it was my fault, and now, when the play is over, and the crowd is laughing, I am left to rot among the other trash. I feel like a love puppet.



Love Puppet

Dub me a toy that a player plays
Dub me a loser that’s never been loved,
All the stings I lined in array,
For the puppeteer on the stage above,
Feel good now that you’ve the crowds acclaim,
Of the play of the puppet you loved so claim.

I really like how your anger is very subtle - you put the lines in array and the acclaim together - and it sends the picture, to me at least, of how she did whatever she could for approval of others. I'm glad this made me think a little harder about it. Thanks!

:) thanks for appreciating, it helps the wound a bit.

definitely a good piece. I'm a pretty tough critic of poetry too, I never really like it. I love the mental image you project, it's good. Thanks for that.

thank you :)

I love puppets. Your poem reminds me of a King Crimson song! Anyway, it's very like and i good it.

huh? Hahaha ;) I take that as a compliment. thanks ;)

Nice... funny how some words flow when there is pain behind them

It was a compliment. King Crimson Rock. The song was about a medieaval court i think...and the twist was everyone in it was puppets controlled by the jester....typical!

mmmm, I didn't .. pass by that song.

I couldn't agree more J.R.V.A, .. words only come by when the heart is torn :(