Cycles

No wait
I just got hit with a revelation.

Everything cruel I do to my boys,
my little puppets,
is what has been done cruelly to me,
especially by Caleb.

I will not return your love
because he doesn't return mine.

I allow you to swoon and write poetry and confess you love me
because he did the same to me without returning any affection.

I won't answer questions,
because thousands of mine have gone unanswered.

I won't choose one of you,
because I myself have been kept up in the air for months.

I will kiss you but will not love you
because I've been kissed without love too many times.

I will give myself to you for happiness's sake
without caring for you myself
because I want your happiness
just like Caleb does.

I have to think of more then write it on here. Because there are thousands, seriously.


But first, and foremost.
I have left you
because I've grown bored
because I say I've rushed into it
because I say that even though I do love you
it just wasn't meant to be.
All this was done to me.
At least I gave you a longer time for being mine
than he did.
Because I want to be better for him,
him who's always a step in front of me
and not looking back.
I want to be better
and be a puppeteer
when I'm just a puppet myself.