clever little heartstring marionette.
too bad you never figured out
how to cut your own strings, huh?
you were too busy with
everyone else’s.

oh. and by the by, that man you
love so much, so truly,
he just fell into my arms without
a backward glance at you.

silver crescent moon’s haven’t
gotten you anywhere with him.
he doesn’t care for poetry, but he
is the prettiest poem of all to you,
right? so what do you care
that he can’t appreciate himself?

oh, without a doubt,
you are the cleverest inanimate
object i’ve ever seen.
but i have real lips.
and, god, does he love to kiss them.

ta ta for now, sweetie.
but i’ll be back for more of your
pitiful story after this short
commercial break, during which
he will rake his hands through
my hair and bend down to
destroy you.

and just to add
insult to injury, darling;

i stole your favorite bracelet.