from “remember that we made this together — cherry wine”
.
the stage is yours, sir.
man with two faces,
strings on your short fingers
controlling my thoughts,
addressing me for all your faults.
i’m your broken doll, not a human as you call.
turn the light on, put me in the front,
make me walk, make me talk.
and when you sing the song,
string me along.
“hi…
hi everyone.
i don’t really know how to start this nicely,
so i’ll just say it plainly.
this body here,
the one standing in front of you,
once trusted him.
he was my ex.
and, as some of you know,
the puppeteer.
he used to tell me he loved me.
told me he would never hurt me.
told me i was safe with him.
and i believed every word.
not because he proved it,
but because i loved him enough
to fill in the empty spaces myself,
even when he poured things into me
that should never belong to love.
the truth is…
he didn’t treat me well.
he made me feel small.
guilty for asking for basic kindness.
ashamed for having emotions at all.
every disagreement became a lesson
about what i did wrong.
every pain was something i had to fix.
so i stayed quiet.
i let him talk over me.
because, at the time,
loving him felt easier
than losing him.
and somehow,
i learned to believe
that it was my fault.
even when the problems were mutual,
the responsibility was always mine.
always mine to carry.
always mine to repair.
but today,
i’m here to say my side.
not because i want revenge.
not because i want applause.
maybe a part of me wants to embarrass him.
maybe that’s true.
but mostly,
i just want to exist in my own voice
without softening it anymore.
this is me, speaking.
finally.
so here he is,
in the spotlight he always avoided.
i’m not saying he’s a villain.
and i’m not saying i was perfect.
but promises were made.
and i wasn’t the one who broke them.
he didn’t know how to love
without controlling everything he touched.
and i mistook endurance
for devotion.
if you want the full story,
i wrote it down.
it’s one-sided.
it’s messy.
it’s uncomfortable.
but it’s honest.
and for the first time,
it’s mine.
enjoy.”
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 12:47 AM UTC
from “remember that we made this together — cherry wine”
.
the stage is yours, sir.
man with two faces,
strings on your short fingers
controlling my thoughts,
addressing me for all your faults.
i’m your broken doll, not a human as you call.
turn the light on, put me in the front,
make me walk, make me talk.
and when you sing the song,
string me along.
“hi…
hi everyone.
i don’t really know how to start this nicely,
so i’ll just say it plainly.
this body here,
the one standing in front of you,
once trusted him.
he was my ex.
and, as some of you know,
the puppeteer.
he used to tell me he loved me.
told me he would never hurt me.
told me i was safe with him.
and i believed every word.
not because he proved it,
but because i loved him enough
to fill in the empty spaces myself,
even when he poured things into me
that should never belong to love.
the truth is…
he didn’t treat me well.
he made me feel small.
guilty for asking for basic kindness.
ashamed for having emotions at all.
every disagreement became a lesson
about what i did wrong.
every pain was something i had to fix.
so i stayed quiet.
i let him talk over me.
because, at the time,
loving him felt easier
than losing him.
and somehow,
i learned to believe
that it was my fault.
even when the problems were mutual,
the responsibility was always mine.
always mine to carry.
always mine to repair.
but today,
i’m here to say my side.
not because i want revenge.
not because i want applause.
maybe a part of me wants to embarrass him.
maybe that’s true.
but mostly,
i just want to exist in my own voice
without softening it anymore.
this is me, speaking.
finally.
so here he is,
in the spotlight he always avoided.
i’m not saying he’s a villain.
and i’m not saying i was perfect.
but promises were made.
and i wasn’t the one who broke them.
he didn’t know how to love
without controlling everything he touched.
and i mistook endurance
for devotion.
if you want the full story,
i wrote it down.
it’s one-sided.
it’s messy.
it’s uncomfortable.
but it’s honest.
and for the first time,
it’s mine.
enjoy.”
