Sometimes I Wonder

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This act tells the tale of a puppet,

I hope you’ll enjoy these tangled strings.

Sometimes I wonder if I even remember you,

Are you just a caricature I drummed up?

Where do I end, and you begin?

Would your hand fit mine?

I’m not so sure anymore.

Blot the good to leave the memory smudged,

Keep that hanky to remember,

“I’ll know when I know” thrown around so casually,

Is it really helping me though?

If I’m struggling to fill this glass?

The distance doesn’t stop us,

Its me that stops me,

Its you that stops you,

In a way, we’re ok with this.

What’s another regret in the face of rejection?

I’ll lounge upon them, my throne of misplaced efforts,

A pedestal I’ve come to love,

A whore, a womanizer,

Take your pick. I’ll be here,

Thinking about whether, or not all of this even matters.

Take the stage now,

Like a fish to water you’ll find your flow,

And I mine,

Sync or sink, the ending is the same.

Others file out of this theater,

The music too melancholic,

The plot hazy and elusive,

You’d think word would catch on,

But I’m sure more will take a chance.

Will the show be to their liking?

What plot points did I miss?

Show me my personality.

Show me what kind of character I’ll be.