Puppet

There's a space
in my chest
where I feel
the absence of
my heart - that was torn out
by you.


The space is small
and insignificant;
trivial,
worthless;
like my feelings were
to you.


It wasn't always like that;
my heart.
It was big once...
big,
and full of love
for you.


Until that day,
when I saw
the truth
behind the lies
that were a part
of you.


Now I know
I was nothing more
than a puppet
to the devil
residing
in you.



Copyright by C. J. Spammer - 29 March 2017
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Published on April 03, 2017 05:56 Tags: bipolar, depressed, heartache, poem, poetry
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message 1: by Antonio (new)

Antonio This a well expressed poem. Thanks for sharing.


message 2: by C.J. (new)

C.J. Spammer Antonio wrote: "This a well expressed poem. Thanks for sharing."

Thank you for your comment :) it is a deeply personal poem and definitely one of my best x
C. J.


message 3: by Antonio (new)

Antonio C.J. wrote: "Antonio wrote: "This a well expressed poem. Thanks for sharing."

Thank you for your comment :) it is a deeply personal poem and definitely one of my best x
C. J."


One of the things i like in poetry, is it's inherent aspects you know, concerning the author. Every poem is intrinsic to the poet but the reader owns it by relation.


message 4: by C.J. (new)

C.J. Spammer That's so true :)


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