Written by Jacob Ibrag
I’ll be your puppet, relinquishing my will to your needs.
Till there’s nothing left. Till I’m reduced to these strings,
permanently. Because that’s how you see me, right? An
extension of your limbs, contorting to the sound of your
voice. Vocalizing those fingers into my attentive bones.
Nodding my head to the beat of your needs, just tell me
when, I swear I’m listening. Tell me this is what you’ve
been craving. A yes to ever command. A bending knee.
A broken backed being. Your words of endearment slither
into my veins as I assume the little spoon and take in your
embrace. Waking for just a moment, I turn towards those
lips and whisper, ‘I’ve always been yours, even without
these strings.’ You lay dormant, holding onto my hand. I
close my eyes, forever wondering if you’ve heard a thing.