Puppeteer

An ex of mine spent time with another women without telling me when we were still seeing each other.

Whose face is on your pillow?

Who has crept their way into your sheets sleeping peaceful tranquil heart, pursed lips

Sparks hit.

My f*****g face as I find her bobby pins on your nightstand.

Should I be the one ashamed to stay and maybe just pray that maybe you'll be just a little bit less?

I'm starting to feel.

I'm starting to feel a little bit more like your favorite crochet sock puppet with a cum stain on it.

Because let's be honest, that's all you used me for anyway.

My Strings hang tight, wrapped around your fingers as you flip me around.

Dancing until you're bored.

Her strings, tight.

 Her strings aren't nearly as pulled tot,

More like caressing his finger tips.

Her dressings are pristine, clean and not as cream colored. 

Just dreamy.

But I've never actually seen her, 

I just get pulled from underneath his bed.

Sometimes he leaved parts of her on his nightstand.