Puppet. Poem by Christian K. Montiel

Puppet.
I let the strings of your love, wrap around my heart and I became a puppet of your prohibited love into this game that we play.
I follow you to a dead end where it was just me and my heart broken like my dreams, thanks beautiful hazel eye for everything, even if it was nothing.
Is almost the end of October and the only thing that is on my mind is what this tangled situation that happen between us, is funny the way we end up now.
I was the puppet for this play and you were the puppeteer that wrap you strings around my heart with your fake love.