You’re no paraphernalia , boy .
Just a mere toy , those hand crafted
prized possessions , doesn’t break my heart the slightest
I’ll never tire of your strings , my precious puppet
Don’t pretend you didn’t know the whole time
Of me using you using me
Satisfy our solitary needs
We use , we abuse.
Sour-sweet words and bittersweet memories
Obsession turns to habit, covered tracks
This is neither love nor affection , an emotional comatose
as we slowly peel our skins off one by one
An illusion like no other , aching for mystery
Once a decoy , always a decoy.
You would know , as would I.