falling angel.

You made me love you,
totally,
sweet words
-I wish they were real-
cushioning the cut of lies.

I listen as you tell me,
I'm the embodiment of your dreams,
your attempts to make me
do what you didn't.

I curl up at night, wishing
things were the same as before,
that you still love me,
for me.

I'm a puppet,
telling a story that's not mine,
I can't move on my own,
eternally tied to you.

I guess that's what they mean,
when they said,
the only inexplicable love,
is between mother and child.

I couldn't see.