My puppeteer

Such complexities in these vines.
How slowly they connect and string straight to my chest.
Please pull and tear me up and down like the puppet I’ve become.
Heart unchained and a soul unspun.
Make me dance with your emotional riddles, let me fall in the puddles of despair.
The stage is empty and so you must move along.
What little you took was all for you and this martyred love song.