Puppet Master

Once I stayed up fueled on ramen and sugar

Penned a story confronting my demons 

Or maybe they were yours, coming for a visit 

You loved it, of course you did 

How could you not when it was both of us 

The lines blurred so long ago I forget

If we were symbiotic or parasitic 

Not that it mattered, not when we were always 

Simultaneously starving and fed 

My jealousy snaking white hot and melting 

Between my legs at the thought of losing you 

You were salvation, my get out of jail free card 

I was your drug and dealer at the same time 

One more hit, just one, dull the pain 

I always felt you were above me and

You always thought I was about to take flight 

The curtain’s falling, but only we know if 

It’s the final act or just an intermission 

But I am so fucking sick of intermissions and

Understudies and rehearsals and fittings 

I want the lights shining on me so bright 

The theater may as well be empty because

I can’t see the audience anyway and maybe 

The applause is all in my head (God, I hope it’s not)

The way you were 

I still hear your voice stage whispering my lines

Sara Myriad