"And I am hurt.
I am pain.
but I walk with raw emotions,
like tethered strings,
wrapped 'round this heart.
and I am strength;
mindless in pursuit.
I walk. I wander.
Knowing what I want,
unsure of your desire.
I'm a puppet on a string,
and you're the unknowing master.
I sing symphonies in my sleep,
driving passion effortlessly.
and as this war rages,
I throw my body in front of you,
with out thought.
Just the rhythm of my love for you,
ringing in my ears.
And there are holes in me,
and it is how it should be.
One thing I regret,
that I failed to make you see,
hang up the strings love,
this is my offering."