Puppeteer I & Puppet II - Without Strings

You pull the strings on my heart without balance and tug
I am a puppet and you've become the puppeteer
And maybe I didn't want to relinquish control
Have my mouth sewn closed
By the sheer will of your gaze; and know
I am a puppet, and you, my auctioneer
One, one hundred, two, two hundred, three, three hundred, FOUR.
I used to be a puppet,
You never cut the loose ends,
I am no more;

Than a hole,
Hollow.
A look,
Shallow.
A gulp,
Swallow.
Words,
To wallow.
Pain,
To follow.
Endings,
Without
A tomorrow
In sight- as long as you aren't mine.

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I made a choice
Cut the strings
But am I still a puppet after this?
I will never be whole
I'm not a wall
Can't be fixed
When I'm broken
I'm the glass with the cracks
Still showing, they're still showing!
I'm the raindrops falling off the leaves
To their demise
Long after every surface has dried
And I can't breathe
Without air pumping into my lungs
The wind is against me
The wind was against me all along
Leaning away like the trees
In the midst of a storm
Am I alone once more?
I'm sick of living my life
When its resembling a metaphor.