Puppet darling

Will you kiss me

As you move in closer,

                Will you reach out to grasp me

With no intention to pull me in?

It is not kind, this type of solitude

     It manifests itself, a stone man 

Rough and jagged hands 

This love is not gentle with its restrictions

It is not romantic 

The way it wraps around my neck and tells me I am worthless 

There is a love note: 

You will never let go, girl. Girl, of choking words and forgetful smiles. You are far too gullible and idle. You led me here through the doors that you leave open, careless girl. 

It writes to me, amorous notes like these 

 I leave piled in the corners, 

 A caution to stay,

He leaves another love note:

You just don't get it sweetheart, you're all loose lies and tree trunk limbs. Nothing of beauty in that. There is only worth in those who choose to go, not those cemented in place. And you, artless darling, there is no poise in your exit, so why venture?

I listen, with each tripping  step I move slower, if I make no progress what is the point in struggle,

I remain a puppet in fog, always controlled, always stumbling.
A final note:
So silly it is, to let your eyes have so many stars. Dull them in reality, dear, and I will hold you.