Osmosis

Puppet master of your helpless doll, your broken porcelain imitation of life. You laugh, she cries, you need her like a drug, while she needs your gentle touch that turns into bitter slaps to her delicate glass heart. You use her, you lie and you cheat. She trusts, she tries, she believes and she just can’t hide. You are her dream, her little dark secret; you are light that burns, you are a sweet melody that makes her deaf, a beautiful sight that leaves her blind, a soft smooth touch that hurts her white skin. You are what she wants, you are sorrow; you are what she hoped, you are pain; you are what she wished, you are an excuse. She runs away from happiness to be with you… she wants you, she loves you, she adores you, worships you.