Fluff

Would it be correct to say that if she never came into the picture,
you would still be mine?
No, it is easier to believe you left for another rather I no longer wanted you.
The memories bring no remorse for our failed affair.
You were never able to reach inside and pull me out,
not like I needed you to, not like you cared to.
Our destructive relationship involved no one else beside the two of us.
You prefer to say I turned cold, that I was the one who pushed you out.
You may be right or wrong or who cares.
You got the woman you want, didn't you?
Someone to fluff your pillows, to accept what you call love?
You got the woman who I would never be.
You got your puppet.