Puppeteer Hands
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I made you out to be
the world;
You only wanted the directors chair,
With a black caby
hat and a cardboard
bullhorn.

It would be your
greatest film -
my life,
a ready drama to
move within your
creative grasps
(such greedly little fingers you have.)

To make confusion
your masterful game,
you'll pull some
Paris When It Sizzles trick
A switch on a switch
on a switch
on a switch
on a switch
until even Holly Golightly
and Paul Varjak grow
tiresome and dull.

Because not every
Romantic Comedy is
a Breakfast at Tiffany's
and crackerjack rings don't
really have meaning,
in an already
plastic world.

Even if you suddenly
became daring
playing Deep Blue Something
in my dressing room
and strewing cliched rose
petals in my path,
you'd still be sitting
in the directors chair,
cardboard bullhorn in
hand.

I made you out
to be the world.
Here you left me in the
spotlight,
a lone actress with cliched
heart strings in
your puppeteer hands.

Now why did I put a Breakfast at Tiffany's poster on the page? Damn, that's a good question. I sorta wish I had an answer.