Frustration.
But why?
I chose this.
Chose control.
Chose an easy target.
Chose to pull the strings.
But when it's not a game.
When it's not subtle.
Frustration.
When I don't get to play the puppeteer.
When the puppet asks where to go instead of being led without knowing.
Frustration.
Self-awareness is a ***** sometimes.

the contour of your brow was made for me,
for me to press against my lips as I breathed your scent.
when memories of us surface, I must willfully forgive.
but sometimes I'm lost in one of those pure moments -
and it overtakes my senses
and no time has passed
and I feel your skin
and smell your hair
and feel the yawning space in my chest where my love was so sweet it was cliché