Puppet Strings

i love when you come into my life again  

simply because i love how you let me control you  

i say breathe you ask how deep 

i say jump you ask how high  

sink or swim. live or die. i feel like i control every time you blink your eyes. your every move is  mine. i know exactly how to pull on your heart strings to make you cry.  

it never lasts for long but while it’s here it’s obsessive, overwhelming, uncompromising and  unconditional. we plan our wedding and name our future kids. one time we made the blueprints to our mansion.  

even after we inevitably part ways again we are always in the back of each other’s minds. do you still wear your promise ring? i still wear mine.  

you lead me back to God and i lead you back to sanity. we remind each other of the good parts  of the goals. that we cant let life keep us down.  

it’s a breath of fresh air like the first morning on vacation. i always get sad when it’s over and  feel realities tight grip. back to the grind, the 9-5, the man who is actually mine-wait- what’s that man’s name again?

we already know it will never work in real life. we’re too alike and too different all at the same time. we blame it on the distance or the time difference but truly if it  was meant to be none of that would matter;

everything would still align. so for now i’ll enjoy what i like to pretend is me controlling you but the truth of the matter is my strings aren’t even  mine.