Puppeteer

Foiled by love once more, so close I was almost able to taste it.
What do I expect when I choose the unattainable?
I was tricked into believing I would no longer be alone?
Who pulled what on who?
Honesty we spoke, knowing the strings that were attached
but willingly I puppet-ed my heart to him.
What do I expect out of a decent man that already had obligations?
I wanted him regardless of the damage he would cause.
Anger, a word I know too well.
Love, a foe I can never conquer.