Manipulating Me

It must be fun to play strings,
to treat me as your thing.

I’ve been accustomed to behave
as if I were your little knave.

I may as well be your slave
with all these god damned scars you gave.

They don’t show the lash of a whip,
just a bloody piece of my heart that you ripped.

I knew you for a long time
I even watched you grow with my eyes.

Increasing my love for you inside
for you to just push it all aside
and leave me for another guy.

I didn’t do anything
but you rubbed it in until it stung.

Slowly I took control,
no longer commanding my mind, it whole.

Now you will pay the toll
for digging this size of a hole.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Knave

1. a dishonest man; rogue
2. (Card Games) another word for jack
3. a male servant
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