The Two Face and Her Puppet

There once was a Puppet who

fell in love with a Two Face.

They lived happily,

caring for none but themselves.

Laughing and smiling,

they carried on with their games

of torment and destruction,

not caring for who they hurt.

We watched from the shadows,

knowing what was happening

but either not caring

or too scared to stop them.

They ignored us

for the most part,

and for a small while

we were all happy.

They were meant to be together

two miserable people

in a miserable town

in this miserable world.

Forever was a long time

but for them, it was only paused.

They pretended they no longer

cared for each other.

But it was only a lie.

Two Face and Her Puppet knew it.

Her Puppet was ordered to

talk about Two Face,

saying terrible things.

I still, to this day,

do not understand their reasons.

I never will.

The Puppet had a dark past.

Grey Goose was his nickname,

with drugs for ADHD and depression.

One day he decided that

he didn’t need those drugs.

Their absence made his mind

swirl around in chaos

and more than enough cruelty.

These two had a 

very close Friend.

Their Friend cared for them,

ignoring their cruelty towards

each other and to everyone.

They misused their Friend,

dragging everyone else

along in the storm they created.

The Puppet created his lies,

saying it wasn’t him that talked

about Two Face as planned,

but that it was their Friend.

Their Friend never said anything

about her at all.

But Two Face only trusted her Puppet

and went along with the lies.

She even created more.

She spun her tails of agony

and twisted them into rope,

not bothering to see

who hung in her Black Noose.

Their Friend was

her very first victim.

Who will be next?

I hope they realize

what they’re doing

before I’m the one who has to

step up on the platform.

Author's Note

More about my idiotic friends. They broke up for all of a day and pretended that they were still mad at each other when they got back together, and now they're saying that it was their best friend who was talking trash about her instead of the boyfriend, and they're making a big deal about it and I don't get why they have to lie when it was their plan in the first place. Some people just don't make sense.

Reviews

[Bella-Marie]

I totally agree, people don't always make the most sense. Sigh.
The poem that reflects your anger isn't really a poem. I think it is more classified as a story. It has too much of a story-line to be a free-form poem.
I think if you went back and went through this in a placid state, you might be able to fix up the abnormalities that didn't make the poem as good as it could have been.
The ending was superb, exceptionally well done, an excellent ending to your... story/poem.
Overall, awsome work, loved it (as always!).