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Tumbleweed
You held me by my strings like a puppeteer
Directing my every move
Demanding my every whim
I clung to those strings like lint to a sweater
I attempted to be something I wasn't for far too long
Grasping to the notion of husband and wife
Without allowing myself to see you for you
You had your pick of the poison and you chose liquid death
I, already traumatized by a drunk, became more so by you
And I stuck around far longer than I should have
Petrified of taking on the world on my own
Of raising two children all alone in this traitorous life
Yet, I felt suffocated and frozen in a hopeless timeline
Those strings you held me by became tattered and frayed
As you neglected my needs as if I were a thirsty weed
I dried up from my roots, and tumbled away
