you are a storm
i did not expect,
and i am a girl
who did not
bother to bring
an umbrella
because i thought
you would be light
and easy –
but your lightnings
took me away,
and your thunderclaps
made me cry.
you are a ventriloquist
that people loved
to watch
on stage;
i am your puppet,
and you made
a fool out of me –
with your hands
motioning me to
laugh, cry, sing,
and tell people
it’s all my fault,
and all of them,
including you,
would find the
humor in my distress.
i guess it really is
unbelievable for
someone like you
who appeared to be
so beautiful and wise
the first time i laid eyes
on you
to turn out
to be so
evil and cunning,
with nothing but games
on your hands
that i undeniably played
– and you never told me
how it should be done –
i have to guess
when the game is over;
even though
my life will depend on it.