My Darling Puppeteer
My puppeteer birthed me and
Pulls my strings because she loves me.
I’m her life
I’m her passion
I’m her purpose don’t you see?
So it’s only out of the deepest love that she has these plans for me.
When my puppeteer got pregnant at last she didn’t feel alone.
I’d be her mini-me to lean on.
At last a person she could own.
So she pulls my tired strings.
I try to keep her calm and proud.
But now my pointy sides are
squished
Spreading my broken wings is not allowed.
But I love her and I need her
She’s done everything for me.
There’s comfort in control so
Who needs autonomy?
I’m a person too
But I’m exhausted.
And I’m infected by her fear.
I’ll never, ever leave her
My darling puppeteer.