Poetry by Taylor

He held me so gently I didn’t feel his nails digging into my skin

He kissed me so softly I never noticed his hands constricting my body

He treated me so kindly I didn’t notice the strings moving

I didn’t see the puppet hands

I didn’t see my stitching start to coming undone

I thought I was moving on my own

until I tried and found myself tangled in ropes

He loved me so well I never saw the lies

Taylor