Master Manipulator

Master Manipulator,

I know you are not paying attention to me.

You threaten to leave and uproot eventually.

I question the level of power you claim to harness

Since you refuse to release me from this pain you’re causing.

You enjoy watching me weep over uncertainty

And find pleasure in saying anything that hurts me.

You bury me in grief as I lose my will to believe.

You encourage me to bleed so I reach the end of me.

Master Manipulator,

You’re a lazy playwright who controls all the events

A narcissistic liar carefully placing everything in sequence.

You’re so optimistic yet never extend a hand to help

Cosplaying as a messiah but you only save yourself.

You enjoy watching me weep over uncertainty

And find pleasure in saying anything that hurts me.

You bury me in grief as I lose my will to believe.

You encourage me to bleed so I reach the end of me.

Master Manipulator,

I’m tired of hurting in the dark and waiting in wonder.

How can you be so indispensable yet have nothing to offer?

I have to separate from you though you were never with me.

I have to build this confidence though my weary soul is empty.

Hollow were the depths of your unending love.

And I reject the path for me that you dreamed up.

If the sun will rise only if I walk this road alone

Then I’ll find a light despite this fear of holding my own.

I’ll discover the surface to this sea of uncertainty.

I’ll tend to every wound resulting in you hurting me.

Pulling my own self out is the solution as I grieve.

Trust and believe this is the last you’ll see of me.

Master Manipulator,

You leave me broken, and I’ve been exploited.

But I’ll find my beginning at the end of this poem.

Written by Devans Eli. Copyright 2023 by Devans Eli. All rights reserved.