Puppet (Sonnet XVIII)

What would I give for a true relationship
To bask in the beauty of being wide-open
And from courtship, all falsehoods We strip
Even when broken, We speak the unspoken

But ... alas … don't We all come with strings
Those lengthy yarns loaded with expectations
Ropes, anchored to known and unknown things
Declarations that walk with Us for generations

What would I give to have hope for another turn
We can look forward to, something We never knew
Anchor our strings to better things or let them burn
I crave to start anew. Let's fortify and see this through

Unfortunately, We continue as is. I'll never know you
And adversely, you cannot ever, really, truly, know me too

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