My heart is my puppet master and I am the puppet
My heart is my puppet master and I am the puppet stories
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aholcomb
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Despite it being Broken and broken

My heart is my puppet master and I am the puppet

Broken and broken

Countless times,

It still always

Chooses to see

The good and

Miss the bad.

It lets in

People despite

The anxiety and

Red sirens in

My brain,

Which begs

It to listen and to

Stop.

Despite it being

Left and forgotten

It still manages

To beat so loud

Waiting for someone

To hear it

Like a lighthouse

Waiting for a ship

To find it.

Despite it being

Taken for granted

And thrown away,

It still hugs faith

So tight and

Still lays with hope

At night

Praising the lord

For the beautiful things

Happening in this

Painful life.

Despite being shut up

And having its words

Thrown down

Its throat and being

Forced to swallow them,

It still calls out the name

Of others,

Hoping it hears them

Passing by, as

If they care to actually

Conversate.

Don’t be so naive

They say.

Guard your heart

They say.

But how can i control

The thing that

Has so much control

Over me?

It pulls my strings.

It tells me to believe in hope

When i wanna believe

In reality.

It tells me to believe in

Faith when i wanna

Believe in certainty.

I am at war with

My heart

Begging it please

To realize the

World

And know that

NO EVERYTHING

IS NOT OK

But still it beats on.

With know clue in the

World of reality,

It stays locked

In my chest,

Pulling my strings

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